The day I died started out just like any other day actually,perhaps a bit better considering the day was the official start of summer vacation. And if you have ever had a summer vacation from school you know this is a big deal and you're head is dizzy and carefree with all the possibilities that one with that many vacation days can dream up.
My sophomore year had ended on a warm, promising note that hinted of spending time with a boy I positively gushed over and was convinced was a Greek God incarnate,come to sweep me off my feet and into the eternal bliss one only glimpses through those rose colored glasses that infatuation puts over the eyes.
This day dawned warm and dry.
A perfect blend of heat and breeze if ever there was such a blend.
The air was fragrant with lilacs begun bloom, and fresh cut grass, scents of summer,natures own perfume.
The outfit I was rocking that day was fresh off the rack at the ever popular Ambercrombie outlet in the city of my birth, and subsequent death, Daytonvile Tennessee.
The turquoise number complemented my freshly tanned skin to a near perfect degree. I was golden skinned, just tan enough, not overdone as I'd seen some girls look, which bordered on trashy instead of the healthy tone I preferred.
Yes,I realize you are shaking your head, shame, shame on you tan girl.
I understand it's not healthy but hey, did it kill me?
It did not so back off, for now, k hater.
The air was filling my head with wild summery thoughts that put a nice spring in my already bouncy step as I made my way to destination "Hunkville".
I toyed with the idea of finally maybe losing that always talked about, never goes as planned state of being, virginity.
T
he thought scared the hell out of me to be honest. Not that my friends knew the truth of course.
You are now the sole confidant to my confession. Take it to the grave.
I did. What a shit hand I was dealt tho.
Died a virgin.
How poetic. More like,
how pathetic.
OK before I get too much more off topic let's get back to the thoughts rapidly firing off in my head right up until that damn rolling pile of rusty tin ran me down ,pulverizing me and making small bits of me permanently part of the asphalt of Penland road.
A song that had been playing on the radio at home was stuck in my head and I moved in rhythm to an imaginary beat as I walked along, unaware of the fate that lie just ahead for me.
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Allie Banks :Social Outcast And Teenage Ghost
МистикаAllie was only 16 when she was struck down by a drunk driver on the first day of summer vacation from her high school life. She's been through some major stuff since becoming a teen ghost and shes here to clear up some major spirit myths. But also...
