the accident

9:56 am (I)

this is a loooooooooooong chapter...it's divided into seven parts

enjoy:)

1/7

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"So how are you?" Halter Ericsson says to start off the conversation.

I don't respond. I don't want to. He's partly the reason for Miles being in the hospital, actually, no. He's the main reason. If Miles had a better childhood, he wouldn't have been so depressed all these years. He wouldn't have had such a terrible childhood. And he wouldn't have had tried committing suicide...twice. I don't want to look at him. His hands, his face shape, his nose, was too much for me.

I manage to ignore him. Just pretend (or actually) be lost in thought. I wanted to stop thinking about Miles. I really did. But every time I would think of something happier, my mind would just go back to him. Even if I was thinking about something not relatively close to Miles, my mind would just go off to thinking about him.

I start to think about our trip to Hawaii together. It was such a nice vacation other than the major fight Miles and I had. It was so bad that we almost broke up because of it. It was such a dumb fight though. Other than that, the trip was amazingly unforgettable.

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My mother called me last month to tell me that we are going to Hawaii! It was more of a reminder since I forgot that we were going. During the month of preparation, Miles and I both put in time off of work, which earned a scowling from each of our bosses for not asking beforehand. Miles and I were just so excited to go, that we didn't even care about if we were going to be in trouble.

My mother told me that Kendra's boyfriend, Liam was coming. I met Liam a few times, but all my interactions with him were very short. This was my first time spending a lot of time with him. I also knew that he and Miles would definitely get along, since they're around the same age, and they might have common interests.

My mom called this morning to remind us of the Hawaii trip. "So pack up your things," she said smiling.

"What time are we meeting at the airport?" I asked.

"Around eight PM sharp," she answered. "Try not to be late, you know how your father is,"

"Thank you so much mom," I answered smiling.

"I love you, honey. Pack your clothes," she advised.

"Bye, love you," I said. As I hung up the phone, Miles looked at me.

"We should pack up our clothes," I told Miles smiling.

We were packing for so long. I brought way too many shirts and shorts, but I couldn't care less. I was so excited to get out of Canada, sure I went to the States with Miles, but it wasn't a real vacation because we weren't out of the country for over twenty-four hours.

day 1:

We were in a cab taking us to the airport to get to Hawaii. Miles was sitting shotgun, and I was in the back with all of the luggage. Frankly, I didn't care, because I was beyond excited to go on a vacation. Miles was too, he even told the cab driver where we were going. Not that driver cared, but he still pretended to be excited for us, and I heard the envy in his voice.

Arrived at the airport, Miles carried all the baggage, except for my carry-on. I just brought a purse with some airplane essentials. I brought: my phone, earphones, a book, and gum. That was all I truly need for the airplane. But if it was truly up to me, I'd bring so many snacks.