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HOW IT WORKS? …….I unroll that and discover seven loose audiotapes. Each tape has a dark blue number painted in the upper right-hand corner,possibly with nail polish. Each side has its own number. One and two on the first tape,three and four on the next,five and six,and so on. The last tape has thirteen on one side,but nothing on the back
Hello,boys and girls. Hannah Baker here. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encore. And this time,absolutely no requests.
I hope you’re ready,because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes,you’re one of the reasons why:
I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story, But fear not,if you received this lovely little box,your name will pop up… I promise.
The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: You listen. Rule number two: You pass it on. Hopefully,neither one will be easy for you.
When you’re done listening to all thirteen sides-because there are thirteen sides to every story-rewind the tape,put them back in the box and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you,lucky number thirteen,you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion,maybe I’ll see you there.
In case you’re tempted to break the rules,understand that I did make a copy of these tapes. These copies will be released in a very public manner if this package doesn't make it through all of you. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted…again. You are being watched.
I almost forgot. If you’re on my list,you should’v received a map. Throughout the tapes,I’ll be mentioning several spots of our beloved city for you to visit. I can’t force you to go there,but if you’d like a little more insight,just head for the stars. Or,if you’d like,just throw the maps away and I’ll never know.
Or maybe I will. I’m not actually sure how this whole dead thing works. Who knows maybe I’m standing behind you,right now.

CASSETTE 1: SIDE A

REASON 1: JUSTIN FOLEY-THE FIRST KISS,THE FIRST BOYFRIEND. Ready,Mr. Foley ? Justin Foley. A senior. He was Hannah’s first kiss Justin,honey,you were my very first kiss. My very first hand to hold. But you were nothing more than an average guy. And I don’t say that to be mean- I don’t. There was just something about you that made me need to be your girlfriend. To this day I don’t know exactly what it was. But it was there…. It was amazingly strong You don’t know this,but two years ago when I was a freshman and you were a sophomore,I used to follow you around. For sixth period,I worked in the attendance office,so I knew every one of your classes. I even photocopied your schedule,which I’m sure I still have here somewhere. And when they go through my belongings,they’ll probably toss it away thinking a freshman crush has no relevance. But does it? For me,yes, it does. I went back as far as you to find an introduction to my story. And this really is where it begins. When you reach the end of these tapes,Justin, I hope you understand your role in all of this. Because it may seem like a small role now,but it matters. In the end,everything matters. Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings I know you didn’t mean to let me down. In fact,most of you listening probably had no idea what you were doing-what you were truly doing. It seemed like weeks went by before you finally asked for my number. But I knew you eventually would,so I practised saying it out loud. Real calm and confident like I didn’t really care. Like I gave it out a hundred times a day. By the time I got home,you already called. Twice My mom asked who you were, and I said we had a class together. You were probably just calling with a homework question. And she said that’s exactly what you had told her I couldn’t believe it. Justin,you lied to my mom. So why did that make me so happy? Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

When you answered the phone,I said, “Justin? It’s Hannah. My mom said you called with a math problem.” You were confused,but eventually you remembered lying to my mom and,like a good boy,you apologized. “So,Justin,what’s the math problem?” I asked. You weren’t getting off that easy And you didn’t miss a beat. You told me Train A was leaving your house at 3:45 pm. Train B was leaving my house ten minutes later. You couldn’t see this,Justin,but I actually raised my hand like I was in school rather than sitting on the edge of my bed. “Pick me,Mr. Foley. Pick me,”I said. “I know the answer.” When you called my name, “Yes,Miss Baker?” I threw Mom’s hard-to-get rule right out the window. I told you the two trains met at Eisenhower Park at the bottom of the rocket slide. What did Hannah see in him? I never got that. Even she admits she was unable to put her finger on it. But for an average-looking guy,so many girls are into Justin. Sure, he is kind of tall. And maybe they find him intriguing. He’s always looking out windows,contemplating something. A long pause at your end of the line,Justin. And I mean a looooooong pause. “So, when do the trains meet?” you asked. “Fifteen minutes,” I said. You said fifteen minutes seemed awfully slow for two trains going full speed. Whoa. Slow down,Hannah. I know what you’re all thinking. Hannah Baker is a slut. Oops. Did you catch that? I said, “Hannah Baker is.” Can’t say that anymore. She stops talking. What is she thinking? At that moment,are her eyes shut? Is she crying? Is her finger on top of the Stop button,hopping for the strenght to press it? What is she doing? I can’t hear! Wrong. Her voice is angry. Almost trembling. Hannah Baker is not,and never was a slut. Which begs the question, What have you heard? I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked a boy,he liked me,and I was going to kiss him. That’s the story-the whole story-right there. What was the other story? Because I did hear something. Hannah took off her shirt and let Justin put his hands up her bra. That’s it. That’s what I heard happened in the park that night. But wait. Why should she do that in the middle of a park? I told you to met me there in fifteen minutes. Of course,I only said that to make sure I got there before you. From my viewpoint at the top of the rocket slide, I saw you come in at the far end of the park. You checked your watch every few steps and walked over to the slide, looking all around I couldn’t stop smiling as I climbed down the top ladder. I sat myself on the slide-my heart racing. This was it. All my friends back home had their first kisses in middle school. Mine was waiting for me at the bottom of the slide,exactly as I wanted it. All I had to do was push off. And I did. I know it didn’t really happen like this,but when I looked back,it all happens in slow motion. The push. The slide. My hair flying behind me. You raising your arms to catch me. Me raising mine so you could. I was so anxious about what kind of kiss it would be because my friends back home described so many types-and it turned out to be the beautiful kind. You didn’t shove your tongue down my throat. You didn’t grab my butt. We just held our lips together…and kissed. And that’s it. Wait. Stop. Don’t rewind. There’s no need to go back because you didn’t miss a thing. Let me repeat myself. That…is…all…that…happened. Why,did you hear something else? A shiver races up my spine. Yes, I did. We all did. Oh. So sorry. You wanted something sexier,didn’t you? You wanted to hear how my itchy little fingers started playing with his zippers. You wanted to hear… Well,what did you want to hear? Because I’ve heard so many stories that I don’t know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth. I can still see Justin huddled among his friends at school.i remember Hannah walking by, and the whole groupstop talking. They averted their eyes. And when she passed,they started laughing. Then,later,I heard about her getting felt up at the rocket slide. And she was so new to school that the rumors overshadowed everything else I knew about her. So, thank you Justin. Sincerely,my very first kiss was wonderful. And for the month or so that we lasted,and everywhere that we went,the kisses were wonderful. You were wonderful. And then you started bragging. A week went by and I heard nothing. But eventually,as they always will,the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor. I know. I know what you’re thinking. As I was telling the story,I was thinking the same thing myself. A kiss? A rumor based on a kiss made you do this to yourself? No. A rumor based on a kiss ruined a memory that I hoped would be special. A rumor based on a kiss started a reputation that other people believed in and reacted to. And sometimes,a rumor based on a kiss has a snowball effect. A rumor based on a kiss,is just the beginning. Turn the tape over for more. And Justin,honey,stick around. You’re not going to believe where your name pops up next.

REVIEW: Justin Foley. He’s the first person to give Hannah a reason to end her own life. It may seems like it was no big deal,the rumor. But a based on a kiss rumor was the beginning of everything. The reason of Hannah’s life to go down a bad road afterwards. His decision to start the rumor cost Hannah,her reputation. She was no longer known as the new girl in school,instead she was known as new slut in school. Words travelled fast and as Clay mentioned before,the rumor overshadowed everything there is to know about her. Like any other normal teenage girl,Hannah had always been anxious about her first kiss. And her very first kiss was Justin. She had described her first kiss as wonderful. He was wonderful. Everything went alright at first but not long after that,things got messy. Justin started a rumor when all they did was simply kissed and held hands. At that point,she knew that he was insincere with her. Even though Justin had a bad meaning to her life,he actually did give her something to enjoy throughout their one month or so dating. She enjoyed being with him but that was it. What Justin did not realise was that his act cause bigger consequences to Hannah’s life.

CASSETTE 1: SIDE B

REASON 2: ALEX STANDALL-THE OTHER NEWBIE,THE LIST MAKER. Well… Alex Standall,it’s your turn. I’m sure you have no idea why you’re on here, Alex. You probably think you did a good thing, right? You voted me Best Ass in Freshman Class. How could anyone be angry at that? Listen. First, Alex, if you think I’m being silly-if you think I’m some stupid little girl who gets her panties in a bunch over the tiniest things, taking everything way too seriously, no one’s making you listen. Sure I’m pressuring you with that second set of tapes,but who cares if people around town know what you think of my ass, right? So let’s begin, shall we? Ms. Strumm had us watch one of her famously dull documentaries. And I remember picking at an old piece of tape stuck at my desk to keep from falling asleep. To me, the narrator’s voice was nothing more than background noise. Well, the narrator’s voice…and the whispers. When I looked up, the whispers stopped. Any eyes looking at me turned away. But I saw that paper getting passed around. A single sheet making it’s way up and down the aisles. Eventually, it made its way to the desk behind me-to Jimm Long’s desk-which groaned as his body weight shifted. Any of you who were in class that morning,tell me: Jimmy was taking a sneaky-peek over the back of my chair wasn’t he? That’s all I could picture as he whispered. “You bet it is.” I grip my knees tighter. Jackass Jimmy. I turned around, but I was not in a whispering mood. “You bet what is?” Jimmy, who’ll drink up the attention any girl gives him,gave a half smile and glanced down at the paper on his desk. When I first saw that list, given to me in history class, there were a few names I didn’t recognized. I few students I hadn’t met yet or wasn’t sure I had their names right. But
Hannah, I knew her name. She was building quite a reputation in a short amount of time. Only now do I realize, that her reputation started in Justin Foley’s imagination. I tilted my head so I could read the upside-down title of the paper: FRESHMAN CLASS-WHO’S HOT/WHO’S NOT. Later that day, passing Hannah in the halls, I took a look back as she walked by. And I had to agree. She definitely belonged in that category. Ms. Strumm snatched the list away and I turned back to the front of the room. After a few minutes, gaining the nerves to look, I snuck a peek to the other side of the room. As expected Jessica Davis looked pissed. Why? Because right mext to my name, but in the other column was hers. Truth is,Jessica Davis is so much prettier than I am. Write up a list of everybody part and you’ll have a row of checkmarks the whole way down for each time her body beats mine. I disagree, Hannah. All the way down. Everyone knows Worst Ass in Freshman Class was a lie. You can’t even consider it stretching the truth. But I’m sure no one cared why Jessica ended up on that side of your list, Alex. Well, no one except you… and me…and Jessica makes three. Maybe some people think you were right in choosing me. I don’t think so. But let me put it this way. I don’t think my ass-as you call it-was the deciding factor. I think the deciding factor…was revenge. But this tape is not about your motivation, Alex. Though that is coming up. This tape is about how people change when they see your name on the stupid list. This tape is about… A pause in her speech. I reach into my jacket and turn the volume up. She’s uncrinkling a piece of paper. Smoothing it out. Okay. I just looked over every name-every story-that bcompletes these tapes. And guess what. Every single event documented here may never have happened had you, Alex, not written my name on that list. It’s that simple. You neede name to put down beside Jessica’s. and since everyone at school already had a perverted image of me after Justin’s little number, I was the perfect choice, wasn’t I ? And the snowball keeps a-rollin’. Thanks, Justin. So, to back up a bit, this tape isn’t about wh you did what you did, Alex. It’s about the repercussions of what you did. More specifically, it’s about the repercussions to me.it’s about those things you didn’t plan-things you couldn’t plan.