"Why don't you pick the music, sweetheart?" MY mom, Mary Livingston, spoke up from the front of the car. She glanced in the rear-view mirror to meet my eyes with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
I smirked back, hooking my smartphone up to the Bluetooth I had installed in her '67 Impala radio system, and thoroughly ignoring my father's suspicious glances.
The low, rhythmic beats of Seven Nation Army began rattling the car's speakers as my mom turned it up to a near-deafening volume.
"Oh my god, not this again," My dad, John Livingston, whines loudly as I dance along to the song for the sixth time today.
"You bet that I couldn't crack your Facebook password in under fifteen seconds, and you lost. Therefore, we have to listen to this song twelve more times before we get to Seattle," I shout back, my mom giggling and turning it down just enough for him to hear me.
He just glared at me, jokingly, before turning forward in the passenger seat.
My mom and I rocked along the whole way, her nodding her head while still driving safely, while I was full-on headbanging. I even unbuckled my lap belt to stick my head between their seats and lipsync directly to my dad. I eventually got him singing along, despite how much he swore he hated this song.
The song passed, and we played a few more oldies but goodies. Our ride featured Journey, Black Sabbath, ACDC, and Queen.
But that would be the last time I played that song for my parents.
For not even a half-hour later, something would crash into the back of that beautiful Chevy.
I would go flying out the front windshield, and my parents would be trapped inside as the car flipped.
I would pass out as my body hit a tree on the side of the road, dropping me into the ditch and hiding me from his sight.
My life as I knew it would fade as quickly as my parent's last breaths as they suffocated under his metal grip.
And I knew, I just knew as I awoke to the road-flares and the large vehicles with a symbol I didn't recognize stamped on the side...
...I knew that everything in my life was about to change...
For the better?
Or for worse?
We'll just have to wait and find out.
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Stark Contrast
FanfictionAva Livingston has had a happy, successful childhood with her two adoptive parents. She was raised by two wonderful adoptive parents, and she learned to love her life and live it how she wanted. Wayyyy ahead of the learning curve, with a sharp mind...
