Interitum

Prologue

I don't normally enjoy road trips with my family. My two little brothers are, well, little brothers. They're loud, obnoxious, rude, gross, and complain about everything. My parents are great, but spending extended periods of time with them can be a little too much sometimes. They're really nice, but even they can get upset after being in the car with all of us for five hours. The only person in the car I don't mind being next to for forever is my little sister, Avery. She is sweet, but not to the point that she's annoying. She has the most sass I've ever seen in a twelve year old, and is arguably the wisest kid I've ever met. She always has the best advice and always knows what to say or how to handle a situation.
So yeah, besides Avery, I do not like road trips. But this one was different. My parents let me plan out where we were going, because I just finished my first year of high school. I had planned going only to the best places, with some stops for my little brothers so they didn't get too bored.
I was driving out of state for the first time, as I had just gotten my permit. We were starting from our home in California and heading to our first stop in Vegas. My parents had agreed to let us spend one night in the hotel of my choice on the Strip, which was obviously the Mirage. It had a ton of animals that were super rare that you could go look at. I had my mom turn on some music, and immediately the entire car started singing to twenty-one pilots. As I listened to Avery's sweet voice ringing out from all the others, I knew this was going to be the best trip ever.

A few hours later as we crossed into Nevada, almost the entire car had fallen asleep. Avery was leaned up against our dad in the back, who was leaning against the window. Jace, who was nine, and Collin, who was four, were both leaning on separate windows in the very back. The only person besides me who was awake was my mom, sitting next to me in shotgun. She was looking at what I had planned out for the road trip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance at me and laugh a little.
"What?" I asked, indignantly.
"Oh nothing," she said. "Just thinking about how old you're getting."
"It's not like I'm sitting in my deathbed," I replied, laughing a little too. "I'm only 15, don't worry. You still have to deal with me for a couple of years."
She sighed, sounding exasperated. "Well, if I must," she said, rolling her eyes. Still laughing slightly, we fell back into silence.
I saw movement from out of my window and glanced over at it, making sure it wasn't anything to worry about. Suddenly, a giant semi-truck came barreling across the highway, and before I could do anything, I was flung from the windshield, and then everything went black.