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Layla- Age 16--Aimee's car
No, it can't be true. It just can't.
He couldn't of just disappeared like that.
I was in complete denial as I sat in Aimee's car, on the way to school the next day.
I hadn't seen Peter since the funeral. He wasn't in my house, and he wasn't in my school. He had left me alone, and I hated it.
At night, I would play the piano, in hopes that he would show up.
He never did.
"Are you, OK, Layla?" Aimee said with hesitation, "you haven't said a word the whole way to school. I know loosing your father must be tough, but maybe you should talk about it."
I looked at her in confusion. My father! That's a good excuse. People must think I'm sad because of my father's death!
I nodded my head, feeling kind of selfish for using his death as a lie, but feeling even worse about what had happened with Peter.
I wanted to talk to Peter.
Aimee had other plans.
"I think you need some shop therapy, " she said with a grin.
"No, " I said quickly, not even realizing the biterness in my voice.
"You know what, Lay?" she said with a glare, "You haven't been yourself lately. Leaving the party early, dumping Grant, not wanting to shop...If your father didn't just die, I would say your losing your cool."
"My cool?" I said meekly.
"Yeah, the thing that makes you one of us," she said like it was the most obivious thing in the world.
That's when I realized it.
I didn't want to be one of them. I wanted to be myself, not what every one expected me to be.
Who was Layla Poltone? I didn't even know. But for all these years, all she had been was one of "them."
There HAD to be more to life than this.
I stared blankly out my window.
Just then, I saw him.
Peter was standing right there, on the side of the road!
Peter was right outside my window!
"Pullover," I said, anxiously.
"Are you crazy?" she said, with a laugh, "we're in the middle of a freeway."
"Pullover," I said with sterness in my voice, "Now."
"No, Layla I-"
"Pullover!" I screamed, taking a hold of the wheel from the passenger's seat.
Not the best idea I've ever had.
The car spun wildly out of control, swinging from side to side, bombarding every car in the way.
We hit the ledge, and I flung like a ragdoll in the car as we went upside down. I felt sting of pain all throughout my body. We turned over one more time and I hit my stomach, knocking the breath out of me.
I gasped for air, and then I felt nothing.
Everything went black.
