Hey fellow readers! I just wanted to tell you that I am currently editing this and that there will be mistakes! My mom is my editor and she is helping me, so I will be working hard to get the story in tip-top shape, thanks!
I guess you could say I’m your typical 16-year-old girl. Or I was, until the accident. I went to school, played volleyball, climbed my way up through the ranks of your typical high school popularity rank, got good grades, had a boyfriend. Life sucks when you’re a teenager; our lives are one big pile of shit wrapped up in a pretty pink bow. Your parents are always expecting more from you, demanding that you be perfect, pressuring you to do better, strive to ALWAYS be the best that you can be. My parents were the same way....were, until I killed them. Well, I guess I wouldn’t say it was me exactly, more like my stupid volleyball game they insisted on coming to. The doctors say that I was lucky to make it out alive, that had I been sitting anywhere other than in the backseat behind the passenger side, I would be dead too. Rotting in the ground next to my mom and dad. But hey, at least I get to live with a depressed older brother and an aunt and uncle who never wanted kids. To say the least, my life is pretty sucky right now, and this is my story. So if you want to come along for the roller coaster of emotional trauma, hop on board. Maybe you already are on board and if that’s the case, tighten your seat belts because it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.