Chapter 1
My name is
Poppy christian hart.
I have a perfect family and go to church every Saturdays. I don't have trouble making friends, so basically, my life is filled with smiles and sunshine. But if only I knew. Nothing good lasts for long. I always followed and listened to my parents. I even wonder if I was only going to church because they were going.
Scratch that.
I was only going to church because of them. It all happened a month ago.
My parents were going on a business trip for two weeks. Tears were shed as they hugged and kissed us goodbye. I was not going to be totally alone though since I had my sister Red there with me. Later that evening, me and my sister had got ourselves cosy on the couch and just as Red was flicking through the channels, she happened to land on BBC news. I still remember the exact words the reporter said and how I felt my world had stopped.
It felt like I had died but yet, I was still breathing. I remember looking to my sister beside me and how frozen she looked; her eyes glued to the screen but not really seeing it either. Our parents were gone. That was the flight they took. According to the reporter on BBC news, everyone on that flight were found dead. No one had survived. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and drenched my cheeks. I felt like punching a wall but that would render, useless. Suddenly the feeling of sadness faded as another emotion came into play. Anger. Such a twisted emotion that it is hard to even think straight. The worst part is that I felt angry at everything. And when I say everything, I mean absolutely everything and everyone. Anger at myself, anger for the reporter, anger for the pilot, and anger at.. God. Yep. That's right. The day my parents died,i lost all respect for my religion. I even remember the last words they said to me.
We love you sunshine. Remember God in everything, no matter what happens. You got Red.. And us. We are just a phonecall away. He said with a sad laugh. We'll see you soon sunshine. Never forget God.
And that was it. The last time i saw them...apparently. Why God? I had thought to myself. I still think the same now. Was it his plan to break us up since he saw how happy we were? Even sadder, is that I broke their promise. I was supposed to love God no matter what. But how? How was I supposed to do that when he allowed them to die.
It is something I never did and will understand...
