It has been three years since I last saw him. Three years since my dad died and I will never forget how it happened. It was December 25th christmas day. It was snowing out and it was blowing pretty hard. My dad was taking me to the dance. "Vanessa get down here!" Someone called from downstairs. My mom. "I'm coming" I called back. "Hurry your dad is in the car already" Her mom yelled. I ran downstairs as fast as my legs could carry me. I grabbed my sweater and ran outside. The wind had picked up a little and the snowfall that was small at the start. Turned into a mini blizzard. "Are you ready?" My dad said. "Yes" I replied. We left out of the driveway and headed to the school. We get to the school and my dad gives me this hole peptalk about staying away from boys. What every dad does. All I do is nod and say yes but I don't mean it. "Bye dad I love you" I say "oh and pick me up at nine thirty" " ok honey" He replies smiling. I smile back and hop out. I start walking towards the doors.
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The Dream That Became Reality
Teen FictionVanessa a fourteen year old girl goes to a dance one snowy night. Little did she know it would affect her life forever. She can't help but think its her fault. Is it a dream or is it for real
