"ALLISON! Get your 12 year old butt out here! We're going to be late!" My mother yelled from the front door, slamming it shut as she walked out.
I quickly put on my shoes and grabbed my carry-on. I rushed down the stairs, out the door and jumped into the passenger seat. Before I could even close the door, my mom rolled off the driveway and sped down the street.
My little sister, Lucy, was sitting in the back playing some game on my mom's Iphone. She was only 4 so she probably had no idea what she was doing.
It was times like this, just me, my mom, and my sister in the car, that I would think about my dad. My mom never talked about him, and whenever I would ask about him, she'd go really quiet and change the subject.
I consistently wondered about him though. Questions always flew through my mind like, "What does he do for a living?" and "How could he leave his 7 month pregnate wife and 8 year old child and just walk out of their lives?"
I also wondered what he looked like. I had straight black hair that was always soft and sparkling blue eyes. I probably had the cutest nose ever and a large lower lip. The only thing I got from my mom was my eyes, so I would think about how much I looked like him or what color his eyes were.
I was pondering all of this when I was suddenly jerked out of my daydreams by my mom screaming and tires squealing. The last thing I remember is the sound of metal crushing then everything went black.
