I sat in play rehearsals. This was honestly my favorite part of the day. I could finally act like myself without judgement, and it was also nice to be the lead role. I felt empowered. Not because I thought I was better than others, but because I was honored that the director would trust me with such an important role. Rehearsals went by slowly, but only because we had to do the same scene multiple times. Eventually, I left. I noticed that it was raining outside. Great, I'm gonna get wet. I finally got to my car, I was drenched. I started the car and began driving. It was raining extremely hard. I started driving. I hated that I couldn't practice golf today.
I saw an oncoming car. He was going pretty fast, but I wasn't one to judge. Suddenly, I saw him hit a puddle of water, the hydroplane sent him into my lane. I didn't have time to stop.
I was jarred by the head to head collision. I managed to look up at my windshield, hoping to see that what had happened wasn't as bad as it seemed. That was not the case. The windshield was covered in blood, and flames licked the hood of the car. I knew that I needed to get out of the car. I tried my best to move, I will die if I can't get out of this car. As much as I would've loved to get out of the car. I ended up just moving in place. I saw the flames getting closer and closer to me. I started freaking out.
The car was becoming a coffin. I yanked at my seatbelt. I cried for help. I looked around my car. I swore that I saw Mila, but when I looked back she was gone.
Suddenly, I remembered everything that had happened to me in my life. I saw my mom, my aunt Carol, and Mila.
That was when I blacked out.
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High School Love Story
RomantikA Novella that takes you into the everyday life of three main characters: John, Mila, and Juliet. The three form a sort of love triangle that causes distress for the other characters in the book. John is conflicted between the two girls, as he also...
