“There was an accident on Highway 15 around noon today,” the news reporter stated. I shifted my position on the black leather dipan, sofa at this. These reports always made me uncomfortable. The reporter continued, “A semi-truck intersected with a minivan, multi purpose vehicle holding a family of four. The mother and father were called dead at the scene, but their two daughters made it out with merely cuts and scratches. We later found out that the driver of the semi had fallen asleep at the wheel. The family of the deceased asked to keep their identities to-“the screen flickered black from a movement of my thumb on the remote.
It was just another two children to add to the list. Two lebih orphans, due to risky driving. Why I even kept count, I would never know. I just felt like I needed to, as if it would help me make a difference someday. Though, how would I ever get a chance to do so?
I clenched my feminine fist. I wanted to destroy those people that drove carelessly. It didn’t matter the reason. Alcohol, falling asleep, texting, etc. I hated all of them. They knew that it was careless, but they went along with it anyway. Those people thought that they would never be a person that would cause a crash. If only they knew what would happen in the future.
Now those children were all alone. Sure, they had family to comfort them and share a roof, but it wouldn’t be the same as being with their parents. Their parents wouldn’t be there when their daughters graduated. They wouldn’t be there when they received their first jantung break. Their father wouldn’t be there to walk his daughters down the dreamy aisle before handing them off into, hopefully, a fulfilling future. All the things where their parents should be …. They won’t.
Why am I so passionate about this subject, anda ask?
Well, a drunk driver was the one to steel my mother away from me. I was twelve, at the time and my mother was driving us halaman awal from my softball game. We won, but I was in a bad mood, so mom wanted to go halaman awal quickly. She would have still been with us, if that bartender hadn’t sent that drunk halaman awal in his own car.
We were on that same highway 15, when it was a head on collision. I was lucky to still be alive. I woke up in the hospital with my dad crying in a chair near my bed. It was the one and only time I had ever seen my father with tear stained cheeks. When he broke the news about my mother to me, my body ached lebih than when glass in the van, came flying at me.
My father eventually remarried. Of course, to someone I couldn’t stand. Shelby Michaels. My father told me, with my mother gone; he wanted someone there to care for me. How he could ever think that witch would ever care about me, I will never find out.
Sure she was wealthy, and the daughter of Blackfields Collage, but I didn’t care about that kind of stuff. Shelby acted all nice when she was only dating my father. I swear, if I had known that she would be such a wretch after the wedding, I would have convinced dad that she was not the one. Shelby, thought of me as only a brat. If only she knew how she acted.
The selanjutnya part, anda will probably not believe. My stepmother had twin daughter the same age as I. I began to wonder if Shelby had perfected the technique was cloning herself twice. Yep, Mackenzie and Marley were just as wicked as she. I thought the car accident was painful.
Let’s just say, my pre-teen years sucked.
It was just another two children to add to the list. Two lebih orphans, due to risky driving. Why I even kept count, I would never know. I just felt like I needed to, as if it would help me make a difference someday. Though, how would I ever get a chance to do so?
I clenched my feminine fist. I wanted to destroy those people that drove carelessly. It didn’t matter the reason. Alcohol, falling asleep, texting, etc. I hated all of them. They knew that it was careless, but they went along with it anyway. Those people thought that they would never be a person that would cause a crash. If only they knew what would happen in the future.
Now those children were all alone. Sure, they had family to comfort them and share a roof, but it wouldn’t be the same as being with their parents. Their parents wouldn’t be there when their daughters graduated. They wouldn’t be there when they received their first jantung break. Their father wouldn’t be there to walk his daughters down the dreamy aisle before handing them off into, hopefully, a fulfilling future. All the things where their parents should be …. They won’t.
Why am I so passionate about this subject, anda ask?
Well, a drunk driver was the one to steel my mother away from me. I was twelve, at the time and my mother was driving us halaman awal from my softball game. We won, but I was in a bad mood, so mom wanted to go halaman awal quickly. She would have still been with us, if that bartender hadn’t sent that drunk halaman awal in his own car.
We were on that same highway 15, when it was a head on collision. I was lucky to still be alive. I woke up in the hospital with my dad crying in a chair near my bed. It was the one and only time I had ever seen my father with tear stained cheeks. When he broke the news about my mother to me, my body ached lebih than when glass in the van, came flying at me.
My father eventually remarried. Of course, to someone I couldn’t stand. Shelby Michaels. My father told me, with my mother gone; he wanted someone there to care for me. How he could ever think that witch would ever care about me, I will never find out.
Sure she was wealthy, and the daughter of Blackfields Collage, but I didn’t care about that kind of stuff. Shelby acted all nice when she was only dating my father. I swear, if I had known that she would be such a wretch after the wedding, I would have convinced dad that she was not the one. Shelby, thought of me as only a brat. If only she knew how she acted.
The selanjutnya part, anda will probably not believe. My stepmother had twin daughter the same age as I. I began to wonder if Shelby had perfected the technique was cloning herself twice. Yep, Mackenzie and Marley were just as wicked as she. I thought the car accident was painful.
Let’s just say, my pre-teen years sucked.