This is something that I've wanted to try for a while now. I want to write a story from many different views. Of course, there is going to be two main characters, but the rest are also very important. Yes, there is going to be a big factor of romance in this, but there is going to be others included in this that don't follow the romance aspect of it. Just so you know 
I decided to do a Preface, just because I don't really know how to start it. If you have any ideas ono how to start it now using a Preface, it would be greatly appreciated.
Also, this is thirty years after my story takes place, this Preface is.
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Preface
"…Tell me the words I never said
Show me the tears you never shed…"
- Broken Vow, By: Josh Groban
Michael:
Looking back on my life, I know that there are things that I would have done differently; things that I would have left unsaid if I could only change the past. Oh, if I only could turn back time and undo moments that I later regretted. It’s all that has been on my mind as of late. I can’t think of anything else.
It’s strange how at the end, I start to think of the beginning. Most people normally do. It’s like I’m trying to reason with myself about everything that I have accomplished, or not accomplished. As if I can somehow ease my mind by saying that, Yes, I did all that I could have done. But I know that’s completely false, a lie told to somehow make things better.
I could have done more, or said more. I could have reached out to more people, to maybe help alleviate the pain that they were been going through. But I was selfish. I lived my life how I wanted to live it. I did everything I could so that I was happy while the others around me suffered.
It shouldn’t have been such a shock. I mean, I should have gotten the hint when even my own parents didn’t come to visit me in the hospital once I was diagnosed. I should have listened to that inner voice, telling me repeatedly to be nicer to others, to listen more.
I ignored it, of course, and now, here I sit.
Alone and unloved.
But I don’t seek pity, or compassion. I only seek the peace that I need for my life to come to an end. Until then, I will always be restless.
I try to come up with some explanation to where it all went wrong. To where I started loosing my family, my friends, until I was just a shell of who I used to be.
That’s when I picture her face. She comes as easily as if I think of her often—which I don’t. I don’t think I have thought of her in over twenty years. But her face rises to the surface of my memories like a forgotten piece of a scattered puzzle.
Her name slips from my lips like a blessing bestowed upon me in my youth. She was my token of good luck, my trophy for people to be jealous of.
“Leeann…”
It had all started way back in high school. Then, everything seemed easy. My biggest worries were whether or not I could make varsity basketball, or if I would ace my next Biology test. I had a family then, and a group of friends. We had been like a huge clan, all of us together since middle school.
I remember the day she arrived. My best friend, Aaron, and I were at the outdoor courts, shooting hoops, when I saw her walk across the parking lot. She was new, that much was obvious. It wasn’t often that you saw a girl like that in a such a small town as this.
Aaron reacted the same way. Both of us just stood there, openly staring like a bunch of morons that we were back then. She had caught us, and paused on her way into the building. But instead of being like most girls, and blowing us off, she flashed us an easy smile, and changed direction to where we stood.
The closer she got, the more I felt my stomach drop until it was gone altogether. Aaron looked worse, his cheeks brightening until they shone like a pair of ripe apples beneath the summer sun.
But she was sweet, asking us where she could find the office, since the high school was made up of four separate buildings. Lucky she had asked us, for she had been ready to enter the sports building.
We fixed her directions, and pointed her in the direction of the main building. She thanked us both, but not before we exchanged names. Leeann. I didn’t know one girl named Leeann. I think her name just added to the mysterious air she carried around her.
From that day forth, she was all that I thought about. She ended up being in all of Rochelle’s classes and they became close friends. Eventually, Leeann was apart of the clan, Rochelle inviting her in. We welcomed her with open arms.
After that, it all seemed to fall into place. We started dating, and planned to stay together forever.
Or so we thought.
It was December 20, 1978.
The day that everything just fell apart…
You just contradicted what I said in the previous sentence. I still think you should take out, "Alone and unloved though."
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