It was lightly raning on a sunday afternoon, and I was driving to Bellas funeral. Bella was my 5 year old daughters friend. but the worst thing wasnt her death but it was the fact that Layla had to see it,and so did I. And the way that bus came out of nowhere, and the way it spead down the streats like it had no care for the speed limit. It was just unexpected, I mean, how could you even expect something like that to happen.
The sun was shining and they were happy, just playing tag in my frount garden. Then, I look away for 1 second and they had made it out onto the street. By the time I had noticed Bella was already on the road, I had no time to stop. I had no intention of hurting her. I thought it was my twin. I was sick of her always pretending to be me, and copying me, I just had to get rid of her. But I guess it was a good thing this time. beacuse she was me in my garden, and I was her in the bus.
