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Prologue~2 years ago
Back then there were five of us.. Best friends on our way to Anaheim, California. Our favorite place in the whole world was Disneyland. We’d gone every summer since we’d met in third grade and we would stay with Brady’s mom. Brady’s parents were divorced and we would stay with Brady and her mom for a portion of the summer. Usually we flew first class, but this year was different. We had just finished our 10th grade year and all gotten our licenses, so we thought it would be fun if we drove. After all we couldn’t exactly be seen trailing the airport attendants in the unaccompanied minors section.
We were crossing Colorado when it happened. Rachel was at the wheel with me in the passenger seat. Chandler, Brooke and Brady were passed out in the backseat. I was on my cell laughing along with Hunter, a boy I knew from back home. I can’t remember what he said but I remember laughing hard, really hard. I also don’t remember how anything could have been so funny that I wouldn’t have seen my best friend fall asleep at the wheel. Everything from then on was a daze and I tried to stay conscious throughout it. I remember tumbling, yelling and crashing. I was ok through that. It was when I heard Brady, Chandler and Brooke sighing from relief that I fainted already knowing why I didn’t hear Rachel’s sigh.
Later I woke up in the hospital bed to see 3 out of 4 of my best friends towering over me. I don’t know what happened after that. My friends say I thanked God for the friends I still had then cursed God for taking Rachel away. But what I remember wondering is why this had to happen to us. I’d grown up thinking that these kind of things only happen in books and movies. Definitely not to girls like us.
A week later we found ourselves in a church. Witnessing the funeral of our best friend. We really hadn’t talked since the flight back from Colorado. It was hard for each of us and we tried to deal. I don’t think we talked at all that summer. Eleventh grade was also hard. One of the hardest parts was seeing a Range Rover in the school parking lot. We had been driving a rented Range Rover that day. I don’t think any of us will ever be able to look at a Range Rover the same way again. It was the car that killed our best friend. The summer of Eleventh was the first year we didn’t go to Disneyland. That summer we kind of grew apart. Then we only talked a few times our senior year. I remember we’d been fantasizing about our senior year since middle school. Prom was the only thing we got together for but only because our parents made us. And when we smiled for the camera with our dates, I remember wondering whether the rest of them felt half as guilty as I did doing this without Rachel.
Then came the summer before college. The summer our parents would make us go back to Disneyland as a goodbye. We were all reluctant to go at first, but then we kind of grew into it. Now as we fly there I wonder how we can just go like that. And even though we are all thinking about it, I wonder why we can’t talk about it. It’s sad. Every day I wish we had Rachel again. I’ve been wishing for a long time now, but we all know that wishes don’t always come true. Especially for the dead to come back.
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