I was only 14 years old when it happened. It was a normal day. October 17, 2013. It was Thursday. Typical Thursday. At least that's what me and my younger brother thought. The day was normal. Get up at 6 am. Go to school. Go to sports practice. Go home. Eat dinner. Normal so far, right? Right. Well I have one mom. I don't know what happened to my dad. He just left us when we were young. My mom never talked about him. My brother and I never asked mom questions about him. I heard the doorbell ring. It was Hayden. He was at his friends house and he just came home.
"Dinner is on the table." I told Hayden as he walked in. I was channel surfing and I found on the local news someone died in a car accident today. One driver died. The other didn't. I changed the channel because the news is always boring. It's 11 pm and my mom isn't home from work yet, she probably is working overtime. At least that's what me and my brother thought.
