Claire was 21. I am 18. She was the kindest person anyone knew. She made everyone smile. She had a great group of friends. She was smart. She got into medicine and was about to go to university to become a doctor. She was my sister, the one who I told everything to.
Claire was a brilliant driver. She died in a freak accident. She was turning a corner and a speeding car crashed into her pearl pink Mitsubishi. The driver was fined.
I'm blabbering on. No, I haven't said enough. I know what I want to do with my life, yet I'm confused. I want to scream, but at the same time I want to curl up in a ball and never be noticed.
I have been sleeping in her room.
That day at the park, everything was normal, it was a beautiful day and you couldn't see a cloud for as far as you looked.
I don't know what to say anymore. This is a small chapter but it's the most I've got in me. My name is Piper Dickson, and this is my story about my sisters death.
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Claire
General FictionClair of age 21, and piper of age 18 were the closest sisters in the world. When something happens to Clare, will Piper ever be able to live with it?
