She used to be perky, fun, and full of life—everything I hated about girls and their bullshit exterior. People called her bubbly; I called her “fake-as-hell.”
The edgy, dark, lonely girl in front of me was not the Olivia Brennan I knew from high school—far from it, actually. I knew the story—the whole town knew the story, we witnessed it all. It happened in the blink of an eye and the girl we knew was gone. But I refuse to watch it anymore—I can’t stand it.
I’m going to fix it—fix her. It’s time I showed Olivia her way back… Back to the girl she used to be.