its not all done but its about a girl who boyfriend dies and she runs away, constructive criticism or positive comments are both helpful. thanks!

Behind every tragedy lies a savior, everything happens for a reason and there is a greater plan. I know all of this is true because of the events that took place this past year. It all began that one day…
Before that day my life had been perfect. I had a loving family who always supported me, I had great friends, I had perfect grades and overall a life many girls dreamed of. But none of this could ever compare to the best part of my life which was my amazing boyfriend, Devin. Devin and I had been dating since grade 6, it had been 4 years. He and I were inseparable. He loved me and I loved him in ways few 15 yr olds could ever understand. It felt as if nothing could break us. But that day everything in my perfect little world came tearing down. I received the phone call at exactly 5:36 pm. I dropped the phone and collapsed on the kitchen floor. I couldn’t comprehend the words that the women had said. All seemed like a blur, all I knew is that I wanted no part of it. I ran to my room and threw a few clothes into a duffle bag. I scrawled a note and stuck it to the fridge it read “Mom, I had to go. I’m sorry. I love you”. That was the best I could do. I called a cab and went straight to the bus station. It wasn’t until I walked into the building that I realized I had no idea where I was going. I knew it wouldn’t be long until my mom read the note and sent the police out for me. It didn’t matter where I went I just needed to be far, far away. So when the women asked me where I was going I responded “New York” and shoved my bank card towards her. She looked at me curiously but couldn’t be bothered to ask. She handed me the ticket and off I went.
Once on the bus I started crying uncontrollably. I tried to imagine Devin sitting next to me holding my hand. He would be stroking my hair comforting me. Telling me everything would be okay. I could picture his beautiful green eyes staring into mine; I was seeing his cute crooked smile and his sandy brown hair. All of a sudden my visions were interrupted, “you okay there?” I was shocked. I looked up and was facing those same green eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust and sitting across from me was a boy. He appeared to be around 16. He had bright green eyes similar to Devin’s and tussled brown hair that framed a narrow face. He was wearing a brown hoodie and tattered jeans that showed off his thin but muscular body. His expression was concerned. I realized he was waiting for an answer. “I-I’m fine” I managed to stutter. He looked unconvinced, “I’m Rider” he held out his hand as an offer. I took the offer and shook his hand. “I’m Britney” I responded nervously. “So Britney, tell me why are you headed to the big apple?” I could tell he was trying to distract me. “I’m visiting relatives, and yourself?” I was surprised how naturally the lie came out, considering how I’d never been able to lie in my life. “Oh me? I’m simply looking for a place to belong. Perhaps pick up a job somewhere and start a new life.” He replied easily. His answer stunned me for a moment; it was definitely not what I expected to hear. Could he be running away from home too? I wondered but was too shy to ask. I just stared at him with curiosity. I watched as he took in my expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked curtly. I looked into those familiar eyes and the shyness disappeared. “Where are you running from?” I asked with no hesitation. This time he was the one who looked stunned. After an awkward pause he responded “I once lived in California, but things didn’t work out. Six months ago I left home and haven’t been back since.” He then turned to look out the bus window in thought. Minutes passed and I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
I was woken when the bus came to an abrupt stop. “How long was I sleeping?” I wondered out loud. “About an hour, we’ve just stopped for gas” Rider replied. His voice startled me, I sat up straight in my chair. Rider laughed and apologized. His laugh was light and easy. Everything about this guy seemed easy. “No harm done” I smiled politely. I felt a vibration in my pocket, I glanced down at my cell phone with surprise. A rush of memories flooded me reminding me why I was on this bus in the first place. I let out a gasp and quickly ignored the call. I noticed Rider was watching me with a mix of concern and suspicion on his face. I ignored him as well. I was going to have to talk to my mom soon to keep her from calling the police. I promised myself to call her when I arrived in NY. I looked to see Rider still staring this time with a smug expression. “Where are you running from, Britney?” he challenged. I struggled to think of a lie or an excuse but all I could manage was one word “death”. I gazed at him sheepishly and I saw understanding in his brilliant eyes. He reached out to touch my face but pulled his hand back. “I
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