Ditched

England? England.

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My name is simple. Simple and boring. April Snow. So far my life hasn't been a walk in a park. I never meet someone without feeling the pain of them leaving. My heart always seems to be broken, and it always kills me a little more than the last time. When people say that they might die because of the pain, they just say that to express their feelings. But I feel that truely, a part of me dies everytime someone leaves, and I dont know how much longer I can last.

These are the 6 days. The 6 days until the doors open,the same doors that hold all my fears and worries. The doors of Forestview High School. I'm a junior this year, and if there was an award for most unprepared student, I'm positive I would win it. Usually people are excited, who wouldnt be? New courses, new people and maybe even "the" one. I'm not like them, I have nothing to look forward to.

My parents aren't very involved with me either, they work all the time, almost 24/7. That's what is expected of the CEO's of Apple. I'm rarely home myself. I'm either at the barn with my horse, or I'm at the library working. Either way, I'm not very "out there".

Not everyone understands me. I mean to them I'm just an average teenager with a pretty face. I hate how people can so easily put a title on you and expect you to live to their expectations. I never tried to and honestly I never will.

I've been through a lot, I've never been able to understand why so much crap happens to me and why other people have it so easy. I have lost a lot of good things in my life, alot of good people. People I thought I would grow old with, people I thought I would never lose.

It happened this summer and we were on a road trip. The 6 of us were heading to Los Angeles to stay at one of our friend's beach house. There was no parents , only the 20 year old sister of one of my friends who was also the driver.

We were all laughing and making jokes that we never got a chance to realize what was going on. That there was a speeding car heading straight towards us. Not until we lost control, and it was too late.

The car had barely missed us. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was the bridge. The bridge that we drove off.

It all happened so fast. One minute we were laughing and catching our breaths, the next we were taking our last one. I remember the look on their faces, they were horrified. They kept on screaming as the water started to get higher and we kept going deeper. I remember telling them I was sorry before we were all the way under. We tried to open the doors and break the windows but nothing was working, it was hopeless. As I watched, I saw one after the other take their last breath and remember feeling so close to losing it myself.

It was then, I felt the sudden cool breeze hit me and we were out. The car was out and I could hear people yelling. I could breathe. I looked around and they were all so pale, they were all so dead. I was pulled away by a team of paramedics that just kept on asking questions. Questions I never answered.

I concentrated on my friends, they were all being covered. No one was even trying, no one was doing anything. They all gave me the same look, the one that says "We did everything we could". A cop had to drive me home because my parents were not picking up.

That wasn't the end.

News reports started and unfamilair people started asking more and more questions. The most common one that I heard all the time was, how was I the only survivor? How I was able to survive 7 minutes underwater? Whereas my friends had died so quick. No one cared how soon or how harsh their questions were, they just wanted answers and it was always the same. It doesn't matter anymore.

This is why I am in England today. England. Once my parents heard what happened they started packing. They found a house, more like a castle on the country side, and thought it would be best to leave everything behind and start over. They said they could easily continue their jobs from there and that this was a great idea. Little did they know that leaving everything behind didn't mean that I would forget everything.

So here I am , in a new room looking at the ceiling and wondering just how fast my life has changed. Only a couple of hours ago I was in New York City and now, England? I don't even know what this city is called, or if it's even a city for that matter. All I know is that I start school in 6 days, well 5 now considering its 2:47 am.

New school. New people. New teachers. New classes....and a not so new me. Just what I need.

I can only imagine how awkward it will be to be the only one without and accent. Will they even understand me? Who am I kidding of course they will. It's english they just have a different way of using it, I guess.

I continue to lay on my bed, and I feel my eyes getting heavy. As I start to drift off into a a deep sleep, only one thought runs through my head.

How did I really survive?