Katie blared on her favorite song shuffle. Always American Authors and Fall Out Boy. Which I've gotten used to. She was a safe driver though, even with the loud music. Her parents had taught her how to drive though, so she drove differently than most people in America, since she was from England. Her accent was long gone though - to my dismay. She was more reckless, but she was a different kind of reckless than most people who drive. Like a safe reckless. I was buzzing from excitement over seeing my favorite author. And I was mildly head banging to Jet Pack Blues, by Fall Out Boys. We stopped at a stop light.
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
All I saw was a dark blue car driving down from the other side, when it swerved in the rain, and crashed right into the front of the car. The last thing I saw was Katie screaming as her head flew into the wheel.
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time...
Then.
Darkness.
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The Drop of a Puddle
RomansaAll her life Sophie belived her life was normal until one tragic day when the clouds turned black and her world turned dark. Teasers: 'I open my eyes. All that I see at first is white. I look around, and see a woman looking over me. She smiles griml...
