<span style="font-style: italic">It is said that a Butterfly can change the world. If a butterflyâ€™s wings are absent or beating could eventually cause catastrophic events half way across the world from that single butterfly. Events much like a creation or absence of a hurricane. They say that without a butterfly the world canâ€™t function properly. It is the same in people. People cannot function properly without another. It is like a rope that strings one person to another and if that rope snaps it shall forever be faltered.<br/><br/>Tampering with this balance in the world could cause catastrophic and unpredictable events to take place. It is similar to oneâ€™s life being balanced with good and bad, and taking that balance and ripping it into shreds. Where only supposedly good things will happen, or supposedly bad things will happen in the world. </span><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Jenna Arlengton was what most said little miss perfect. Her mother graduated from an upstate New York  art collage and landed a job in Animation with Pixar. Due to her job Jennaâ€™s mom moved with Jenna who was 3 at the time- from upstate New York all the way to Burbank, California. The long drive itself Jenna canâ€™t remember and her father supposedly told her mother he didnâ€™t want no kid, and took the east train leaving jennaâ€™s mom and Jenna to make it on their own. However it wasnâ€™t so hard for her mother, and her to survive. At least Jenna saw it that way. <br/><br/>Her mother bought a fairly large house on a beautiful property that had about 8 arches of land and a pool. The neighbors seemed to have about equal amounts of space between the houses, and all the houses seemed fairly good. At the end of their road there was a large apartment building complex that caused the road to be called a dead end. Since it ended with the apartment complex. <br/><br/>Jenna could never ever in her lifetime look at her life and compare it to all her friends. It was simple: they had such difficult lives that Jenna couldnâ€™t compare herself to them in a good or bad way. They were her friends and their hardships were her hardships. Their fucked up childhood soon became herâ€™s due to the fact that they all hung out for hours outside on a daily bases. As kids, as teens, and as some of them were older than others adults. <br/><br/>But no one could of predicted the fact that she during her childhood she would have constant blackouts on things that she should of remembered especially since her black outs seemed to happen right before the worst of things went down. Like when she was 5 -two years after moving- and ended up blacking out. When she came out of the blackout her mother was scolding her for taking her hands and shoving them onto two sharp points that were called scissors. She had apparently  taken one end of the scissors and the other end and shoved her palm right through the scissors. It was a bloody mess and her mother always blamed herself. Though Jenna and even the teacher wasnâ€™t really sure about how Jennaâ€™s palm seemed to become a bloody mess. Whatever happened it still caused Jennaâ€™s mother grief.<br/><br/>Ever since the black outs seemed to come on harder when shit was about to get really fucked up. When Jenna turned seven she began to write a journal that detailed everything she could remember before the black outs and what happened when she came out of the black outs seemed to bother her the most. It always seemed like she came out of her black outs worse than when she went into the black outs. These journals she wroteâ€¦she hoped in some way they would help her remember what happened during the black outs but it seemed it just caused her to get a major headache and she would get dizzy. Nothing more nothing lessâ€¦and no memory recover. <br/><br/>Eventually the journals were written only for habit , nothing more, and nothing less. Then the most traumatic incident happened in her life, and of course she had to black out when shit got real bad. It was Jennaâ€™s 18th Birthday. The very birthday that changed a girl to a women, and  a teen into an adult. This is supposed to be a happy moment in lifeâ€¦yet for her it was the ever ending scale of doom. <br/><br/>Her and her childhood friends decided on a fairly clouded day they would take a stroll up to Green falls which was 15 minutes away via car to the beautiful lake that over casted a couple large mountains. The oldest of the group and the one supplying the beer was Duncan El-Sayed. She knew him always as the eldest and the first person she ever saw in Burbank, California but that did not mean he was her favorite person in the world. Kyle Greenly on the other hand was her entire world and she wasnâ€™t quite ready to tell him about the little incident that was going on inside her. Though he was the dreaded driver that brought them to Green Falls.<br/><br/>Five hours later everyone including Duncan El-Sayedâ€™s sister Elana El-Sayed was also drunk, fucked up on pot, and seeming very how do they say drunk.  <br/><br/>The (2nd male -till luna makes him) was released from the mental institution on what some might say good behavior. But he was drunk and fucked up as well, and Jenna just knew shit was going down. At least in terms of fun. <br/><br/>Kyle had asked Jenna to go for a walk but during the walk Kyle realized he had left something. Her memory was very vague on what happened next. All she knew was that one minute she was walking in the forest and the next she was holding out her hand over the ledge that looked down on thousands of rocks. The water wasnâ€™t even that high.<br/><br/>After that everything seemed to happen like the movies. She was ushered home, got a call that Elana El-Sayed committed suicide and that the  (2nd male -till luna makes him) was back in the mental institution forever. Once at home she began to write. But as she wrote she seemed to feel a change inside her head like a massive headache then the world changed.<br/><br/></span><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>All of a sudden she was back inside the chevy truck that fit all 5 of her and her childhood friends. Back to that fateful day, and fateful night. She blinked and looked outside the window feeling that she had done this before. That somehow she had been here before. Then turned her head to Kyle with a sly smirk. "Kyle hunny do you think you can slow the car down?" She didnâ€™t remember much of what she had said the last time she was in the carâ€¦last time just seemed so unreal to herâ€¦<br/><br/>The road was deserted as always and she listened waiting for his reply as the other three in the back of the car chatted about things that her head couldnâ€™t register at the moment.