Prologue

            It was two weeks before senior year. Two weeks before her birthday. There was no reason for any of it. She didn't have to die, we could have solved it another way. We didn't have to meet at the cliff and her boyfriend didn't have to think of me like that. I didn't do it, I didn't want to, and it wasn't my fault. It's not like I wanted her to fall, I didn't even know she had a boyfriend. Well, yes I did, but I didn't know it was Alex. Okay…I knew everything.

            The car was red then, it's black now, and it's not mine anymore. I sold it. It's the last car she sat in before she died. I'm sure it's the last thing that went through her head before she died. She died. That's as simple as it can get.

            She died. She died and she's never coming back. She couldn't even survive the fall and be a paraplegic. I wasn't even that thoughtful. I didn't even listen to the ads of drunk driving. It's not like my drinking had anything to do with my driving.

            I hit her.

            He pushed her.

            He thought there was something going on between us.

            It was all a big misunderstanding.

            So why do I still feel like it's my fault? I don't get it. No one gets it.

            No one talks about Sharon anymore. Sharon is not at all. Sharon was not at all and she never will be ever again. Sharon was pregnant. She was carrying his kid. She had reason to live. Carly was her best friend. She acts like she doesn't remember anything. She has a new best friend and we act like nothing happened. We're all the jocks, the preps, the cheerleaders…we're back to what we were, except the top of that pyramid isn't Sharon anymore, it's Andrea. We all forgot…All but one of us.

So what if I said that there's someone who didn't forget? What if I said that Sharon's death is pretty much the basics of my existence? What if Sharon wasn't dead? What if just by mentioning Sharon I could tell you that I changed everyone's life yet again? What if I told you she was the glue that kept us together? What if I said her death sent us further apart than ever?

A/N: Okay, this is my first story on the opposite POV. I've always written about what it's like to be the loner, the idiot, the druggie, the Goth. Now I'm going for the jocks and the preps. Tell me what you think of this altering. Thanks. Read and Review please!