Miss Me When I'm Gone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Before she knew it she lost control of the car. What happens to Audrina in this short, exciting story? Read to find out!

Submitted: November 18, 2010

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Submitted: November 18, 2010

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Blood, shattered glass, thrown everywhere. My worst nightmare, all my fears had came true.
It had been a bitter, dark, stormy night. The roads were so slick that the leaves looked glued to the metallic road. I had lost control on this back road on the horrid day in mid-October. I had awoken fifty feet from my car, a blue Pontiac. I gasped in horror to see my beloved car, mangled against that tree. I looked at my arms and legs and felt my face. Not a bruise or a bump.
I turn to my right and police officers, paramedics, and even a news crew, were all there running around. Not a person took notice to me. A paramedic pulled a stretcher in front of me that had a body on it with a blue tarp pulled over it.
I call out to the paramedic, "Hey Mister, who do you have under that tarp?" He kept on walking and never even glanced over his shoulder.
I turn to my left and my best friend, Kaia, is sitting on the bumper of the ambulance, bruised, bloodied, and sobbing. I sat next to her and started to comfort her. She didn't even flinch.  She has a lot of nerve not talking to me, I think to myself.
Just as I was getting up a car zoomed in and came screeching to a halt. Mom jumped out. I ran to her with all my apologies but the paramedic got to her first. I stop, just in time to hear him say, "Ma'am, your daughter didn't make it. The passenger, that girl over there made it. But your daughter didn't. I am sorry."
On a bright Sunday, I see my family and friends gather in a field. After they file past me without a glance, I walk over to where they stood and only then did the realization hit me when in front of me stood a small granite headstone that had my name on it, Audrina Pearson 1994-2010.
 


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