Turning Tables

Chapter 1

Skyes POV:

Raindrops falling in my hair. Tears streaming down my face. A day when my world collapsed.

I wish it didn't happen. I wish I could've stopped it. But, it's too late. There's nothing anyone can do.

I listened to the preacher, but the words didn't reach my ears. What was I to do? How can I get through this?

I loved my mother. I just wish that big truck could've stopped. I wished that the drunk guy in the truck hadnt gotten behind the wheels. It's seems that every wish I make, turns into he'll.

Just like my life.

Everyone was starting to leave. Here I was standing over my mothers grave. People hugged and pittied me. But, all I wanted was the one thing I now can't get back. My daddy patted my shoulder then walked to the truck waiting for me. I just stood there. No words could describe how I felt.

Eventually I walked back to the truck. I got in the passenger side.

"I don't know what to say Skye." my daddy told me. "Then don't say anything." I said, plugging in my headphones.

No more words were said.

I got out the truck when we pulled into our yard. I ran up to my room and flopped down on my bed. Clunged onto my pillow and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the moving truck. My daddy thought itd be best of we moved. I hated him for it. We were leaving the town I was raised in to go to California. I hate the city.

We got in the truck and once again, I stuck my headphones in. Ignoring my dad as he continuously yelled at me to listen.

This is gonna be a long ride.