Chapter 1
Blair's P.O.V
We weren't the perfect family, but at least we were happy (well, most of the time). I have five siblings. There's Logan and Noah. They're 18 and identical twins. Logan is the football team captain, and I guess you could say he's popular. But he's not full of himself like the others. His smile is the biggest and brightest one I've seen. He has our mom's silky fawn hair and ocean-blue eyes.
On the other hand, Noah has dad's forest-green eyes and mom's fawn hair. The only way to tell the twins apart is their eye color and Noah's sleeve tattoo. Noah sings and plays guitar for his band. He is also quite popular. Both twins are very protective of my siblings and me. I love my big brothers, although their protectiveness can get annoying sometimes.
Then there's Taylor, who is 16 and looks most like Mom. Her long fawn hair goes to her thin waist, but she has Dad's forest green eyes. She loves fashion! She and her best friend Hope want to design a clothing line together. Tay also loves planning school events such as dances or carnivals. She is always doing something. Me and I are pretty close.
Next comes Keegan, he's fourteen years old. He looks the most like Dad with his pure black hair and forest green eyes. Key is a giant clown and a prankster in the family. I'm the one most of his pranks are pulled on. Although I wouldn't say I like his pranks too much, he can occasionally crack a few good jokes. Of all my five siblings, Keegan and I fight the most, and often, it's over simple, stupid things. Even though we fight, I still love him; he's my brother.
Then it's me, Blair. I'm 12 years old, with my dad's pure black hair and my mom's ocean-blue eyes. I'm the kid who sits in the back. I love art, music, and writing. My writing journal and sketchbook go with me everywhere. We have a forest behind the suburbs that we live in, so I will often sit in the forest and draw my surroundings.
Last, Sophia, or as we all call her, Soph, is eight years old. She has Dad's pure black hair and forest green eyes. She is into dance and loves Barbie dolls and playing dress-up. Guess who gets dragged into playing with her most of the time? Me! As much as I don't like Barbie dolls and dress-up, I still play with her because I love her. Well, that was the family, the Petersons.
Blair's P.O.V
September 8th
It was a typical, cool fall day. Everything was as usual. Logan stayed after school for football practice, and Noah took Taylor to Hopes's house to plan for the next school event on his way to band practice. Keegan stayed after school for basketball practice. Meanwhile, Soph and I walked to the bakery three blocks down from the school. Mom owned the bakery with her best friend, May. We soon reached the cute little shop called the Sweets and Treats Bakery. We entered and went to the back, where the kitchen was. Soph continued to the back office where Mom was. Meanwhile, I stopped to talk to Jess and put on my apron. During the week after school, I worked as a waitress, but on the weekends, I would sometimes help Mom and May decorate the treats. Usually, May would close the shop at night because mom had to pick Keegan up, but today, May left early. After closing time, we cleaned up and locked the doors. Dad was waiting in the car outside. Then we went to pick Keegan up, as we were driving when I saw the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. I quickly sheltered Soph; then there was a big sudden jolt. I felt very drowsy, and my eyes were getting heavy. That's the last thing I remember.
Logan's P.O.V
Just after football practice, the team and I headed to the locker room.
Btzz...btzz my phone rang.
"Hey, Aunt Josie, what's up?" I questioned.
" What do you mean an accident!" I said in shock.
"I'll be there right away!" I said as I hung up the phone.
Anxiety coursed through me, and my heart raced.
Then I tried calling Noah, but he didn't answer. Since he had the car, I had one of my buddies, Connor, drive me to the hospital. I also called Taylor, who would pick up Keegan and meet at the hospital.
Josie texted me and said she was waiting for news on the second floor. Soon, we arrived at the hospital. I rushed out after saying goodbye to Connor and took the elevator up to the second floor. As I approached her, I saw Aunt Josie pacing in the waiting room.
"They haven't given any updates and won't let us back there either." She said worriedly.
"OK, Hope is driving Taylor and Keegan here. I didn't manage to get ahold of Noah." I explained.
"Ok, Tom will be here soon, too." She answered back.
About ten minutes late, Taylor, Keegan, and Uncle Tom showed up.
"Any news yet?" Taylor asks hopefully.
"No," I said solemnly.
"What about Noah? Is there anything from him?" Keegan questioned.
"I haven't heard a word. I don't know why he doesn't pick up the darn phone," I said angrily.
All of a sudden, a middle-aged woman approached our group. " Hello, I'm Dr. Sheila Young. Are you the Petersons?" she said.
"Yes, that would be us," Aunt Josie answered.
"I'm sorry, but unfortunately, Roger Peterson was dead on arrival, and Janelle Peterson died soon after we arrived at the hospital. Sophia is mildly hurt with a broken arm and a small concussion. Blair, on the other hand, is in critical condition with three broken ribs, and she has slipped into a coma." She said sorrowfully.
We all stood in silence, not knowing what to say.
Wet tears pour from Tayor's eyes, and Keegan is in total shock and disbelief. I pull Taylor and Keegan into a hug. Taylor cries harder as I hug her, and Keegan starts to cry silently. We stay like this for what seems like hours. Then, finally, we were able to see them.
