Chapter 1 - Can My Life Get Any Worse?!
~Carrie's Point of View~
"I can't believe after 4 years of saving, we can finally go on that road trip to see our old friends!" My mom exclaimed in the passenger seat.
"They are expecting us, right?" My dad asked her from the driver's seat. I was sitting in the back seat of our small car. My left ear was plugged with music while my right ear was listening to my parents conversation. We were currently on a road trip to LA to visit my mom and dad's old friends. Apparently, I knew their kids but I don't remember a single detail about them. All I know, is there's one girl out of five kids and the rest are boys. Me on the other hand, I'm an only child between two happily married parents, Olivia and Tanner. My name's Carrie Davenport. I'm just a regular wavy blond haired 15 year old, who has an unusual personality.
"Yeah, I'm sure, they're heading that way now from a tour," my mom told my dad. My dad opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of screeching tires. Both of my parents expressions dropped at the sight of a semi-truck tumbling over. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and I let out an ear piercing scream in horror of what was happening before my eyes. The large truck flipped over onto our small car and crushed it. Then everything went black.
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My eyes fluttered open slowly. What happened? I jumped back at the sight of my crushed parents. Blood was everywhere, especially all over both, Mom and Dad. I cringed at the sight. I was traumatized. Both my parents were crushed by a huge semi-truck and here I am, watching them to their death. My mom's chest was barely rising and falling but my dad was head-less. A warm wetness began to wash down my cheeks. I was crying, sobbing, and freaking out. I ran my hands through my hair, frustratedly. My hair seems wet and warm; It had a stinging sensation going on. I stared blankly at my hands, which were covered in blood.
"Survivors! We have a survivor!" I heard a man yell. The world was still spinning and my head was pounding in pain. Soon, I was somehow drug out of the car and laid onto something. Blurry faces kept appearing over me, asking me questions, but I was unconscious. I was, then, pushed into an ambulance and taken off to the hospital. My vision had cleared a bit more but I was still a little unconscious. It didn't take long before I was being carried out again. I was soon taken to a room and nurses crowded me. I looked over to the wall, in hopes I would see my parents like I always did when I went to the hospital. And I did... Only this time, they faded away. They were gone. Forever. I would never see them again.
My heart shattered. I was an orphan. I had no parents, no family. All because of that truck. Why did it have to be us? Why did it have to be us to get smashed and killed?
"Her heads bleeding!" One of the nurses shouted, "I need the stitches!"
I winced at the pain of a needle being injected into my forehead. It was right on my hairline so no shaving needed to be done. I winced once more and my vision started to get blurry again then I blacked out again.
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It's two days later. I'm being shipped to an orphanage, only, I don't want to go. I want to be left alone. I wanted to be alone. Not only was I traumatized, but I was heartbroken. Heartbroken for life... Nothing could fix that.
I was forcefully shoved into the orphanage by the social worker, who seemed like a witch, except with a B...
"Even though she just got here, I want to adopt this child," the social worker told the orphanage owner. Child? She thinks I'm a child? I'm 15!
"Sarah, you've adopted enough girls from here, I'm afraid she will be the last one you can adopt," The owner said to her.
I cut loose of her grasp and ran out the door. I ran as fast as I could and as far as I could. I didn't want to be adopted. I wanted to be home, with my family, happily. But no.. My life just has to hit rock bottom.
