The Story Of A Players Sister (On Hold)

Prologue

Prologue:

The only noise I could really pick up on was the yelling and cheering of my friends. The wind was drowning everything else out.

I threw my hands up and out of the roof of the car, letting the wind blow them around. The music was blaring to a song I couldn't comprehend. I brought my hands back into the car and grabbed my Jack Daniels, taking a long swig of it.

"We should play a game," Grace screamed over the blaring music.

Cars whizzed past us, but none of them noticed the drunk teenagers inside. Looking back, I can't help but wonder why they wouldn't notice. It's not like we were trying to hide it. Besides, we didn't even have our license! We were 15 for gods sake. Well, Grace could, but she wasn't the one driving so that doesn't matter.

"What kind of game," I asked her, eagerly.

Cameron turned the music down and turned in his seat to look at us. Christian could barely keep his eyes on the road, sending glances our way. Gage raised an eyebrow before taking a swig of whatever he was drinking.

Xander wasn't there that day, thank god. He was always the responsible one out of all of us and had opted to stay home to study for our biology test the next day. I failed that test, but that is completely beside the point.

"The driver gets blind folded, and the person in the passenger seat tells you where to go. Then one person stands up and pulls their bodies out of the sun roof and waves their arms around," Grace informed us, eagerly.

Even drunk, we knew it wasn't a very good idea. I set my drink down and looked at her like she was crazy. But she's Grace. She has never really thought about things rationally. She just does. And everyone just follows.

"It's safe, I promise. The person in the passenger seat will just direct really well," she informed us.

We looked at her again, and shrugged. It did sound like a fun thing to do. I couldn't wait to give it a try, especially if Grace invented it.

I had always looked up to her, thinking she was a God of some sort. I wish I could just go back to that day and change everything. I wouldn't drink, I wouldn't have gone to the stupid party, and I wouldn't have let them go either. I most definitely would have said no to Graces stupid game. I wouldn't have even let any of us get in that dang car! But there's no time machines yet and I can't go back, I can only look forward.

"Yay! I think I should be the first one to stand up, to show you losers how it's done," she informed us, clapping her hands in excitement.

We instantly allowed her to go first. But then we argued about who drove and who was in the passenger seat.

"I'm already in the drivers seat, I'm not moving," Christian announced.

"Yeah," Cameron agreed.

They grinned at each other and slammed their glasses together. Alcohol spilled from the drinks and onto the seat, but they were too drunk to care. Of course, in the morning, Cameron's parents weren't to happy about anything that happened to the car that night. Though that's also a story for another time.

"But that's not fair," I grumbled, hating the fact that I couldn't participate.

"Yeah, it's not our fault you guys got those seats before us," Gage complained.

Grace sighed and threw her hands up in exasperation. She then set her drink down on the floor and somewhat stood up as much as she could without hitting her head on the ceiling. Her back was all hunched over but because of her short size-that runs in the females blood in our family-, she managed just fine.

"Let's just leave it like it is, okay? I just want to have some fun," Grace complained.

We all shrugged, thinking she was right. If we weren't drunk, however, that would have started world war bitch. But we were, so...

Grace pulled a blindfold from her back pocket (to this day, I still have no idea why she had it) and tied it over Christian's eyes. He pushed a little faster on the gas and made us all giggle.

Cameron turned up the music and let it blast a little more, but the words never really processed in my head. Just the fact that we all got excited and began cheering.

"There's a car ahead of us, slow and steady on the gas. Be careful, you're going in the other lane so try slightly moving to the right," Cameron began ordering Christian.

Grace smiled at me and ruffled my hair, which had made me scowl. She just kept that big smile on her face, revealing pearly white teeth. Her dark brown hair-the exact shade as mine-began falling across her shoulder, but she didn't push it back like she usually does. There was a glint in her brown eyes-much like my own-that is only there when she knows what she's doing is reckless, but couldn't care less.

Then she stepped onto the armrest and pushed herself slightly out of the car.

Her hair blew like crazy, whipping at her face. Her dark eyes widened and she yelled out, happy. She threw her hands up and began swaying to the wind. Her fist pumped the air to the beat of the music, and that's when I began to relax. The alcohol was leaving my system, but I still wasn't fully in the right state of mind.

A bridge came into our vision and Cameron barked out orders to Christian. Grace bent down a little so she wasn't so close to the bridge. When we went under it, she began laughing and yelling out, listening to the echo.

"Hello!" Her.

"Hello" echo.

"Hello" echo.

When we passed the bridge, Grace leaned into the car and winked at me before whispering something in Cameron's ear. He grinned.

"Speed up, Christian," he informed my brother. Christian grinned in response and pushed down on the gas. Hard.

We all began to laugh and cheer, but I had felt this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I ignored it, thinking it was from the alcohol.

Grace leaned into the car again, her hair whipping me in the face. I closed my eyes and laughed, before opening them to see Grace telling Christian to go even faster. This is when I really began to realize that this should stop.

Cameron looked at Grace and began pestering Christian to go faster. Christian did as he was told. I remember leaning over and checking our speed. 90 mph.

Grace got back out and began cheering. Her hair was wild and everything was a blur. Cameron leaned down and grabbed his bottle and took a long swig, closing his eyes in the process.

Then there was a yell. I think it was from Gage. Maybe it was even me. But it didn't make a difference. Not even a slight one.

We were driving so fast. There was no stopping it. Christian didn't even slow down. It happened way too quickly for any of us to process anything until it was to late.

Our car began to get a little out of control. The car swerved and that was that. We moved into the other lane and we were going so fast. Grace began to scream and then we rammed into the semi truck.

You could hear the screech of medal on medal. The ringing that would come to my ears. My body flew up since I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Gage had caught me. He was wearing one. He placed me in his lap and did what he could to block everything away from me.

If only we could have done that for Grace.

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