PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
As I recall what happened this evening as I entered my Sister's Porsche that my Dad bought from peer pressure because of my sister and Mom. I felt like I want to lock myself in my room and never come out or better yet, just bury myself in the ground until everyone forgets.
I clenched my fist and wanted to yell out in frustration but I couldn't. This was the first time I went to a party and my sister blew it.
Can someone or something make my current situation worse than it is?
I took a deep breath.
Calm down, Red. You are a nobody. You got nothing to lose.
I took out my phone, put on my earphones and listened to Stephen Speak's Passenger Seat ironically as I was sitting in the passenger's seat.
Unlike the song, I have no love-life and the one who's driving is my crazy Mother while my sister is passed out on the back from having too much to drink. I guess she won't remember barfing at the buffet table and sticking tongues with anyone she sees. I cringed at the memory that played in my head!
In the back with my sister is my brother playing with his Nintendo Switch not caring if he was wearing a seatbelt.
I closed my eyes thinking of taking a nap but then the surroundings started to erupt in screams, glass shattering and having a whiff of a weird rusty smell.
