I want to quote Hazel Grace Lancaster, the main character of the famous book The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene, when she said that "depression is the side effect of dying". Indeed it is. My aunt wasn't literally on the brink of death. But ever since Allen had died, she appeared to be so every day. I want to mention another quote I saw on the internet. It was something about being sad, and it goes, "Suicide doesn't kill people, sadness does". And once again, I agreed to it. Aunt Hilda had drowned herself in the pool of sadness, which killed her on the inside. I tried to cheer her up by cooking and playing little happy music in her player and talking to her animatedly about anything I could think of, but it was to no avail. My cousin Allen was saddened by this too. He wouldn't admit it, but I knew how he wished to see his mother and tell her every little crazy thing that had happened to him. I pity him, but I can't do anything about it. Matthew was already scolded and warne

Even before my phone began ringing, I knew that it was Kelsea. I was tempted not to answer her, but my sister needed me. I do not know how to help her, though. I mean, I saw everything that had happened between her and Marcus. Other people might call that shallow, but I wouldn't. Marcus was a good guy. Really. He was dying to meet his psychological need, and my sister could not provide that for him. Although some might say it was the obvious choice, it still didn't justify his lying and cheating. What happened to his promise of loyalty and commitment towards my sister? I seriously wanted to punch the guy so hard he would have the bruise on his face serve as a brand, marring him for life-a great reminder for hurting Kelsea. On the one hand, my sister did the exact opposite, and I got nothing to say to her but praises. She was brave enough to say goodbye or even just talk to him after what he had done. So I had no choice but to answer my phone, which was lying beside me on Kyl

I cannot believe it. I cannot freaking believe it.I had tried a gazillion times to convince Aunt to come with me to the mall but not even once was I successful while my sister had merely arrived and yet she was able to convince Aunt Hilda to go shopping with her upon our arrival in the house.

KYLE"Wait, what?" I could not believe what Matthew was saying. None of it made sense.

PART 4Broken love, broken hearts. The once sweet feeling was now replaced by bitterness and sad memories.Was the love you have always treasured worth keeping?Or is it time to find a new love?* * *KATEI raised a hand above my head, shielding my face from the harsh glare of the sun. I closed my left eye, playing and teasing my vision. Little rays of sunlight peeked through the slit I was creating with my fingers.“Kate!” For a minute, I was tempted to ignore the person calling my name. But then, my stomach betrayed me. It has been a while since I last ate. I was starving.Flashing a practiced smile, I dropped my hand and propped myself up from lying down on the bleachers of the football field of our school.I turned my attention towards the three approaching figures towards me, Annie, Claude, and Shane.From afar, I could visibly see Annie’s face scrunched in what I know was her way of telling me that I was guilty of something.The afternoon sun was high-up. I checked my watch. I o