What would you do when your live changes from one day to another. Moving to another city, going to a new school,...
Olivia is 17 years old. After a tragic accident she moves to her older brother to London. She doesn't know whether she can still pla...
Flashing blue light. Loud noises. People talking. People screaming. A cold, fresh wind comes across my face. I start shivering, crying because I'm in pain. I turn my head and see police cars, fire trucks and ambulances. I ask myself what happened. I can't remember anything. One police officer is on the phone and says: "You should get into the next plane. Your sister is alive." Wait, the officer said "your sister" so he probably meant me. But why does he say that I live? Has anyone died?
I lift my head just a little. Someone is kneeling next to me and says "don't move, okay". I just saw a lot of blood. Is this my blood? Suddenly, a group of people lift me on a stretcher. A voice says: "Don't be afraid, we're helping ...". I went unconscious.
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Bright light. A well-known voice. Ugh, My leg hurts. I open my eyes slowly. Looks like a hospital. I see my brother and a doctor. He looks friendly, but it seems like my brother has cried. I take is hand carefully because it hurts when I'm moving. He turns his head looking at me now. Both are smiling. But I can see pain in my brothers' eyes. "What happened?", I say quietly. The doctor and my brother Ben look at each other. "You were in a car accident, while you were driving to the airport. A truck hit your car"., the doctor answers. My brothers' eyes are tearing up. "That's not all, isn't it?", my voice is shaking now. "The truck driver and you are the only ones who made it out alive.", the doctor says. "But our pare....", I ask. My brother interrupts me and says "They are dead, you're moving in with me in London. I have clarified everything. As soon as you're out of here we are leaving." I'm not answering but I turn my head to face the doctor and ask: "What has happened to my leg?". "You have fractured it very badly, but with the right physiotherapy you can play Volleyball again."
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One month later, Ben and I are sitting on a plane to London. One week ago, was my mother's funeral, two weeks ago was my dad's. Everyone was so friendly and always around me. I felt like no one cared that I wanted to be alone. I mean yes, I wanted my best friend there. But everyone came and asked me 'how I was feeling'. Like, how do they think I feel with both of my parents dead.
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Right after we land, me and Ben are going to his house. I love his house. It is modern and there is this place where his Champions League trophy stands with pictures from the evening, he and his teammates won it. Yes, he is a professional football player at Chelsea.
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