Losing The Lost

Chapter 1

Mathew and I have been dating for eleven months, he is the best. He's a senior, I'm a junior. He's the quarterback for the variety team, I'm the star basketball player. We are polar opposites, but in love.

As he drives home, he smiled out the window.

"Babe!" I giggle, "what are you smiling at?"

"You. You're so perfect! Your hazel eyes, your tiny body, your sweet laugh, your warm lips." He put his hand on my lap and looked at me. Damn, he's perfect.

"Matt, do you think we'll get married someday?"

"Annabelle, I would marry you right now if I could." He smiled.

There was a moment of silence. "Is there a game tonight?" I said.

"Yeah. We're playing Steamboat. The team known for its injuries."

"Injuries?"

"Yeah," Matt said, "they give their opponents super bad injuries."

"Oh." More silence occurred. The small Chevy pulled into my driveway.
I picked up my bags and my Dr.Pepper he buys me everyday after school.

"I love you Annabelle Rose Smith." His deep voice gave me butterflies.

"I love you Matthew Drake Horn." We kissed and I walked inside. It was a beautiful March day and I was glad to be alive.

"Hey Dad!" I shouted as I came into our little cottage house.

"Hey sweetie." Dad sat at the kitchen table reading the paper.

"How was your day?" I kissed his cheek and moved his coffee cup further up the table.

"Good. I still think my physical therapist is a robot. How's your boyfriend?" Dad smiled and pat his working leg.

"He's good. Varsity game tonight for him. Steamboat."

"Steamboat eh? They aren't good news." Dad winced.

"He's going to be fine dadd-io." I walked to my room. Pictures of me and Matt filled my room. I chose a pair of flats, skinny jeans, and a T-Shirt that says 'Horn 20' on the back. My hair in a pony, I put a necklace on, with the numbers that say 2-20-13.

"Bye dad, sorry to leave so soon, traffics bad on football game days."

"Traffic is always bad in San Francisco." Dad laughed.

I pick up my purse and get into my Ford. It's funny, he owns a Chevy and I own a Ford, forever a controversy.
Driving my truck through twists and turns of the city, already 20 minutes late to the game. My phone going off, but it was in silence. How was I to know?

Finally, I reach the stadium. The parking lot was filled with second-hand cars and ambulances. Ambulances? I parked the car and ran to the field.

"Oh my gosh."

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Make sure to reread the last three paragraphs very carefully! >:)