THIS BOOK IS AMAZING! Well written. I was hooked until the end. I did not want to put it down for anything. Laini Taylor is a word smith! Haven’t read a book this good in a while SIX stars to Taylor! It is that great you have to read it. Can’t wait ’till part two comes out!
Who knew that I would find this great friend ever again?
Weeks after running into Blake, Chanel became reaquanted with him and found that she really had known him. They now spent every waking moment together. But do not think her to be a simple-minded philly. Blake was now helping her in her quest to learn why it was she remembered so little of her young life.
“Thank you so much for helping me do this,” Chanel spoke up one day as they were searching through Blake’s house for picture books of the two of them when they were little.
“It is no problem at all. I love to help you,” Blake replied. “I just want you to know that it won’t change anything. I mean to say that it won’t change how I feel.”
“I know it won’t. I just want to know. I’ve always wanted to know. Now I have soemone to help me look for the answers. I just hope that they don’t scare me.”
Who are you to judge what I am supposed to act like?
I am an eighteen year old that still watches kiddie cartoons on Saturday mornings, and likes it! So what?
I like to hang out with my mom and do crazy things. So what?
It’s my life. Let me live it.
Prom is just around the corner for some of us in the lovely world of high school. YAY!!! PROM! But some don’t see it that way. Some look at it as just a big ol’ freak fest. Well, what if it is? Would that really be so bad? To have one night set aside for us that ao that we can have some good (and CLEAN! for the teacher’s sake, and for those of us that really just don’t want to see what doesn’t need to be seen outside of one’s own bedroom) fun, and let your freak flag fly. With-in reason of course. No reason to get drunk. It is only prom guys!! So go have fun!!! PROM!!! 
The day is great. The young girl goes to meet with her boyfriend. He likes her so much. And she can’t say that she isn’t crazy for him; she going out with the guy for crying out loud!
How is she to know that things will take a quick turn for the worse that day?
How was she to know that the boy that she was so crazy for would turn on her, would make her hurt in ways that no one ever has?
That pain caused a blessing. But even those are superficial.
That boy caused her so much pain.
The pain gave her a tiny fraction of happiness.
The happiness was taken away.
I recently experenced a new thing. Well, no not really. It wasn’ t new. It had happened to me before as had it happened to others before me. The only thing new about it for me was that I was now at an age that I would be able to remember it. What was this elusive acurance? I had a seizure. I do not actually remember it happenning, nor do I remember much that happened after but nonetheless I experiensed a seizure. How are you able to be so calm about it? You may ask. Well, for one, I have no memeory of the occurance; it’s as if I simply fell asleep for a short time. I also know that this is something that I am going to have to live with for the rest of my life; never knowing if or when I am going to have a seizure. But as all can tell now, I am fine and well.
It has been awhile since I’ve updated on stories of Chanel. I am at a stand still as to where to take the story; my mind has come to a blank. There are many different ways that I can take the story, but I am unsure of how to do that. Any ideas?
Chanel stood up to comfort Blake. Wait, why am I comforting him? I don’t even know him.
“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you; I can tell that I meant a lot to you,” Chanel starts.
Blake looks up, astonished. “Meant a lot to me? Meant? No, darling. You MEAN a lot to me.”
Surprised by how good it makes her feel that she stills means so much to him, Chanel has the urge to jump and hug him. She contemplated the idea for a second, Ah, what the hey. Why not? Chanel wrapped her flimsy arms around his own large, muscular-y ones. Laughing at this sudden outburst, Blake lifted Chanel off the ground and spun them around in a circle before stopping.
“Who knew that we would end up finding each other again because of your reckless driving,” Blake laughed out, putting her feet back level with the ground.
Chanel huffed, “I said, I was sorry!” Stepping back from Blake’s still-open arms, she slumped down.
Blake stooped down beside her, “I was only kidding. I know you weren’t wanting to hurt me. ‘Though I wish that you had known who I was just by looking at my vehicle.”
“Again, I’m sorry. I wish that I knew who you were too. I wish that I didn’t have to be reminded every time I meet someone new. Or not that they are a new person, I just can’t remember that I ever knew them! Frustration Blah! I know all of the people that I go to school with right now, but if I knew someone before about five or six years ago, you can forget about me knowing who they are now without some reminder.”
Blake was silent for a long time after Chanel’s speech before she finally asked, “What is it? What did I say wrong?”
“Nothing… It’s just, I think I know why you can’t remember anything past five years ago.”
“What do you mean, we used to tell each other everything?” Chanel whispered after letting the strangers words leak their way through her mind, “I don’t know anything about you other then your name. Which I don’t even know if that is right ’cause you didn’t say one way or the other.”
The boy sighed, “Yes, my name is Blake. We were close friends when we were younger. I guess my mom was right when she said that if I ever saw you again that you most likely wouldn’t remember me.”
“Why wouldn’t I remember you? Why don’t I remember you or anything that happened to me before the year my family moved into that house?” Slumping down the side of her car, Chanel sobbed, “I don’t get any of this!”
Blake showed to sign of uncomfortablility to seeing her cry instead he stooped down to where Chanel had ended. Draping his arm around her for comfort, he answered, “The year that your family moved there was a lot of things going on. Around town and in your family. Your mom didn’t know if you’d ever get through it all with a good head about it all, so she moved your family to a new home on the other side of town. At first nothing changed except your address. But then you… I don’t know you just changed. I never saw you anymore. I didn’t know what was going on, you were my best friend, but you had no idea who I was.” Blake paused to see how Chanel was reacting to his tale.
”I went to your mom and asked her what was going on. She didn’t know either but told me that it would all be okay but until then said for me to leave you alone. I hated the thought of losing you as a friend. But she said that it was what was best for you so I left you alone. I never saw you again…”
Chanel looked up to see why Blake had gone silent just in time to see a tear roll down his cheek.
Where will I start?
Chanel rushed out of her driveway determined to come up with a heading. Not paying attention to the road in front of her, Chanel slipped into the on-coming traffic. Honks of protest screamed her way. “Darn it!”
Chanel swerved back into her lane. “That was way too close.”
The other vehicle, a dark blue Bronco, had pulled aside into a nearby parking lot, so Chanel did the same. “I am so sorry,” she apologized to the invisible driver, as she assessed what just, almost happened.
Slipping out of the Bronco, the driver seemed only slightly riled by what had just happened, “No worries, Chanel. You never could keep you mind on what you were supposed to be doing.”
Confusion ran across her face as clearly as it did through her mind. “I’m sorry,” taking in the man’s (stranger’s ?) features, she made her assements. He was clearly, by her defition, a good looking guy; he had dark, almost brown, blonde hair and was a few inches higher than six feet. She knew without a doubt that she had seen this person somewhere. But where?
“Do I know you?” Chanel finally continuing her question.
The guy’s laugh reached his eyes to show her what she, somehow, already knew that she would see; eyes so dark a blue one could mistake them for black. His laugh made their actual blue shine. “Oh Chanel. Yes, you know me. It’s not like we wern’t friends for, oh I don’t know, our whole lives. My mom swore up and down that they two of us would grow up to marry one another.”
Slowly his grin faded, “You don’t remember me, do you?”
“I do. But I don’t remember how I know you, nor do I remeber why I forgot you.” Chanel whispered. Then slower then a young deer learning how to take it’s first steps, realization hit her. “Blake? I don’t know why but that is the name sticking out.” Looking up at him, she asked, “You’re Blake? The boy in my dreams. The one I…”
“You what?” he asked, his smile returning.
“Nothing,” blushing, Chanel began to turn around.
“Come on. You can tell me. There are many things that we used to tell each other.”
