Prologue

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It was late, dark, and raining which was the worst combination ever while riding in the car. Skylar was seated in the backseat, her mother and father were in the front seat. They were chatting away as usual Skylar's father was driving, he took a quick glance back at Skylar to once again wish her a happy birthday. It was December 17th Skylar's birthday she had just turned 17 that day. As soon as he averted his eyes back to the road there was a truck that had swerved into our lane. We didn't even have time to scream before our small Nissan connected with the relatively large truck... 

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