Lydia died that terrible night at Oak Creek, not Allison. Everyone is taking it hard, blaming themselves. Scott can’t sleep, the guilt of another friend—another sister—who he couldn’t save, never letting him close his eyes for more than a blink. Allison’s become withdrawn, hardly talking, not even to the boys. Her mind never straying from that night, never giving her peace. And Stiles has nightmares…terrible nightmares, where he saves her, but then he wakes and remembers the horrible truth, and he screams her name again.
The one thing I wish these girls that come to my shows knew is that they are exactly where I was when I was a teenager. I had no idea who I was! I was going through all these phases. I was trying on different outfits and all these different personalities, trying to figure out what category I fit into, and which clique I would be accepted in. But if you just keep doing ‘you’, and being who you are and doing what feels natural to you, maybe you won’t find a place where you fit in for a very long time, but you eventually will.