It felt like a dream, a dream where all my senses were alert. I heard the loud sound of the car's engine as my dad tried to swerve our car out of the way of the bright light. I felt the car's wheels run over ice, and loose their grip making us slide. I smelled my dads cologne, as he threw his arm out if front of me, becoming a human shield. I tasted the iron of blood, as it drips into my mouth. I did not know if it was mine or his, maybe even both. The things I saw, as the car flipped and spun out of control, I will never forget. After all, those were the last things I ever saw.
~Sorry the first chapter is so short. I wanted to set the mood. Chapters after this will probably a lot longer. I hope you liked this! :)
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Visions of Hope
Teen FictionHope isn't your average teen, she sees the world in a weird way. Using her imagination to get through the struggles of high school. Though she has more struggles then most teens her age. Sorry I'm not very good at descriptions and I don't want to g...
