Addie's POV
"Alright Mom. Okay. Mm hmmm. Okayyy. Goodbye mother."
I finally got off the phone with my mom after thirty minutes of her yelling in my ear. She's hounding me because I'm twenty minutes passed my curfew. I just went to Chik-Fil-A with my friends. It's not like I was out a party getting drunk and having sex. I don't know why she's losing her shit. But I got Chik-Fil-A. It's all worth it. I mean c'mon it's Chik-Fil-A.
I came up to the intersection in front of my house, when I got a text from my best friend. I checked it while I was stopped because there was no one else on the road.
Don't forget to finish your part of the project. I'm not taking a zero because of your lazy ass!! Jk I love you bunches! xxxxxx
I laughed at the text and set my phone back on the console. When I looked back up at the road I saw headlights heading strait for me. I didn't have time to even blink before my car was hit head on, and I was thrown out of it.
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I can't move. I can't speak. I can only here people mumbling around me. I can feel cords all around me, and something tickling my nose. I couldn't scratch it. And that was annoying as hell.
I tried telling my eyes to open and my lips to speak. But nothing was happening.
I heard my mothers voice telling someone to go home and get some rest.
The unnamed person she was talking to spoke in a deep, raspy, British voice.
"I can't go home. I have to be here when she wakes up."Who is this person? I don't know any British people.
So that was it. I was asleep? I could here voices perfectly fine, but why couldn't I move? I tried one more time to open my eyes and this time they obeyed. I looked around the room and saw white walls, tubes and wires all around me.
Why was I here? In a hospital bed? Why was I hooked up to all of these machines?
Finally, and most importantly who the hell was this boy staring at me?~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys! This is my first book, so it probably sucks. Hopefully my writing will get better as we go. Thanks for reading :)
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Memories of Gray
Hayran Kurgu"Who the hell is this boy staring at me?" And no, this book has nothing to do with 50 Shades of Gray.