Mississippi River

Bus Ride

Mississippi's POV

"Missy! Get the hell up! You're going to be late for school.!" My sister Toby tells from downstairs.

I groaned, not wanting to get up. I got up and put some clothes on. I went to my mirror which has my hair stuff. And before you think it I do NOT wear makeup.

I look up at the mirror where I have my one and only picture of my parents. It has been exactly one year since the car crash. I started to tear up as my twin brother, Delaware entered my room.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told him.

"Okay. Well its time for breakfast. If you don't come Toby will-"

"Will pull me down herself, I know." I said.

"I'll be downstairs." He said and left.

I left my room After five more minutes. I went down the stairs and into the dining room only to be greeted by...well, everyone left in my family.

The youngest is Skye, our little sister who is six years old. Then its my brother Delaware and I. We're sixteen. And the oldest is Toby. She is nineteen and our guardian. If it wasn't for her all of us would be separated in foster care.

"Hi Missy!" Skye chirped. God! Are all little kids morning people?

"Hiya Skye." I said casually.

I sat down at the table and started to eat.

"Okay, you two need to get good grades this year and I mean it!" Toby said, pointing at Delaware and I.

I put my hands up in defense.

"Yeah. Do that. Just wait. You both will have bad grades before the third week of school." Toby said.

"The bus is here, sis." Delaware said.

"Okay, coming." I said as I grabbed my backpack.

We went to the bus and got on. I picked a seat that was away from everyone else. A few stops passed and there are no more seats to be filled in except mine. There is a new girl that's my age coming on today. Great. That means she has to sit next to me.

The bus stopped at the last stop and a girl that has the same style as me.

"Can I sit here?" She asked. I simply nodded. "Let me guess, you don't talk to people much. Same here." I, again, nodded. "Don't worry. I understand."

"Thanks for that." I said.

She looked a little surprised but that quickly faded. "You're welcome." She said. "So do you have any friends?" She asked.

"No and I never had one, believe it or not." I said.

"Well then that makes me your first. I'm Jade. You?" Jade said.

"I'm Mississippi but my siblings call me Missy." I said.

"What about your parents, what do they call you?" She asked.

"They did call me until they died in a car accident." I said.

"Oh okay." She said. "So did you get your schedule yesterday?"

"Yeah." I said as I got out my schedule.

"Oh my god! We have all the sane classes together!" She squealed. "Oh and you're not the only one who is connected to a car crash."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"A year or so ago my dad and uncle were drunk driving. My dad crashed into a car with a fifteen year old girl and her parents. My dad got arrested and the parents of the other car died instantly." She said. I've noticed that she described my parents death perfectly.

"Do you know the last name of the car your dad crashed into?" I asked.

"Yeah, but why would it matter?" Jade asked.

"Because me and my parents got in a car accident exactly one year ago because of drunk driving. That's how they died. They died instantly, right in front of me." I said.

"Johnson. Their last name was Johnson." Jade said.

I widened my eyes and gasped. "Your dad killed my parents. Let me guess, you didn't talk because people called you a murderer or something. Then it got so bad so you moved schools. Oh and you think that I won't want to be friends with you. You're wrong if you think that though." I finished.

She gave me a soft smile and said," You're completely right and thank you for not blaming me for it."

"Eh. I blamed myself for it a lot and I didn't Like it so why would I do it to you?" I said.

"Thanks but know one thing. You shouldn't blame yourself. Blame my dad." She said.