prologue

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warning: car crash

"You can't just move me before my senior year!" you yelled, crossing your arms over your chest as anger flowed fast and furious through your veins. The conversation at hand made the car feel too enclosed, and you wanted nothing more than to escape from it, but you figured your parents were smart in that regard: you couldn't run from them while they were driving 70 miles per hour down the highway.

"Sweetheart, I know you're upset, but--"

"Upset?" you scoffed, interrupting your father. "I'm not upset, dad. I'm mad."

"Honey," your mother cooed, twisting in the passenger's seat so that she could look at you. There was a small smile on her face, one full of pity, and it only enraged you more. "Listen, I don't want to move either, but your father's new job is based in Minnesota. We can't stay--"

"That's not fair!" you whined. "Why do you just get to uproot my entire life and move me halfway across the country?" You stared at your father through the rearview mirror with narrow eyes, daring him to glance back at you, but he never did. "Why can't I just stay with grandma?"

Your mother sighed and faced forward. "We all know why you can't stay with your grandmother."

"Well, what about--"

"You're coming to Minnesota with us," your father interrupted sternly. "I know you don't like it, and I'm sorry, but you're not staying behind, Y/N. End of story."

"This is bullshit," you muttered lowly, though loud enough for both of your parents to hear.

Finally, your father's eyes found yours through the rearview mirror. His eyebrows were knitted together, and he held the same anger he always did whenever you cursed. "Y/N!" he scolded. "Langua--"

"Arthur!" your mother screeched.

At the same time as your father, your eyes dropped to the road ahead of you, both of your gazes landing on a car speeding toward your own. There was only a second--one moment in which all that could be heard were your parents' screams--before the sound of metal crushing metal echoed in the air and you fell unconscious. 



author's note: well, let's start this shit off with a bang, hmm?

-bingwriterxo

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