A Close Call

Chapter One (Ivey's POV)

"Ivey, hurry up! We have to get on the road!" I couldn't even hear everything mom said. Little did she know I had my door closed, but I knew it had to do with getting on the road, because we were supposed to leave at 10, and it's currently 10:10. "Coming." I told her. But honestly, I really wasn't ready. I hadn't even done my makeup, which by the way I NEEDED (stupid zits). I threw together my makeup bag and my curl strip thingies (I've never know what they are called,) and rushed down the stairs barely grabbing my earbuds and camera. Music and photography are my life. I've always listened to music to help me calm down, and just for fun, or when I'm bored. I've always been a huge fan of exploring. So when I would go exploring, I would always take my camera, and, of course, binoculars. Oh, and I also am a huge fan of reading. Anyways, I plugged my phone to the car so I can hear my music on my phone from the car speakers. Mom had me make a huge playlist on Spotify for the 10 hour drive.

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It was only supposed to be a ten hour trip. I knew we should had gone to Maine during the Summer and not the winter. We'd already been on the road for 11 hours and still had an hour to go with good weather. We hadn't had any good weather so far and I knew we weren't gonna have any the rest of the trip. We blasted the music loud so we would stay awake. I could see it coming before it even happened. The way the car slipped on the thin sheet of ice. The look my mom gave me full of fear and terror as she tried to take control of the wheel. It was useless. "Mom..." I said. I couldn't finish the sentince. The car hurled toward the side of the bridge. Mom was the last thing I'd ever hear. Mom was the last thing I'd ever see. "Mom." Was the last thing I'd ever say.