The wind rips through my hair as I fly down the deserted freeway. I push the accelerator challenging my car to go faster. 70, 80, 90, ... and then I stop. My head falls into my waiting hands as I do the one thing I haven't done in years. I cry. I can't do this anymore. Everyone says I have to "face my problems," but why face them when you can run miles away? If only I could forget. If only I could truly escape all of this. If only I could... CRASH.
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Amnesia
Teen FictionPrologue The wind rips through my hair as I fly down the deserted freeway. I push the accelerator challenging my car to go faster. 70, 80, 90, ... and then I stop. My head falls into my waiting hands as I do the one thing I haven't done in years...
