Valorie's last wish.

When the welcoming of the light shined down, I saw you. An angel no doubt, the absolute most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"What happ....happened?" I looked up and I realized I had been the one to be pulled out of the car. "No! No! Save her, save my sister, Help her not me. Valorie, Valorie. Why aren't you helping her?" "Mam, Please calm down, mam I need you to calm down." The paramedic said. "No! save her. Help her please."

"Laura, Sweetie wake up. Sweetie wake up." I heard my mother say. My eyes popped open. I sat straight up in my bed, sweat and tears pouring off of me. "Honey are you okay?" I looked at my mom. "Why didn't they save her. It was my falt. They should have let me die. Not her." I cried. "Laura, That happened two years ago. It wasn't your fault. The truck driver was drunk."

Two years ago on July 7th my twin and I got into a car wreck. We where driving home from a party and a drunk driver swirved over into our lane and hit my sisters side of the car. She had several pieces of glass cut through her brain and she died instantly.

"Laura you can't blame yourself for Valories death." "Mom if I hadn't gone to that stupid party, she Would have never had to have driven me home. She would simply still be alive. So yes it is my fault." "Laura. Please do not blame yourself. You know what, we'll talk more in the morning, get some sleep." With that, she kissed my cheek and went back to her bedroom.

I slowly drifted back to sleep.

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! I shoved my hand over the snooze and got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a hot pink hollister V-neck with off the wall vans. I took thirty minutes to straighten my hair and do my make up. "Laura, come on your gonna be late for school." My mom yelled from down stairs. I grabed my backpack and headed down stairs. "Okay sweetie here's some money. Have a good day at school. Love you bye." I grabbed my keys and the money, kissed my mom, and walked out the door.

I was driving down the road when I passed the sight of the car wreck. A bascet of flowers was still there. I remember everything it says. R.I.P Valorie Clark. In our hearts forever. Jan.2 1995- July7 2011. I said a little prayer and drove on.

As I pulled into the school parking lot I realized I was almost thirty minutes early. I pulled out my iPhone and plugged it into my car speakers. Far away from home by Five finger death punch blared ut of my speakers. I pulled out my lap-top and pulled up my blog. I had recently started blogging about how I felt to cope with the pain. I opened up a blank message. Nothing. I closed the laptop and watched as people pulled up.

In pulled a Black dodge charger. It was him. Cam Rodgers. The absolute cutest boy in our school. The most popular quarter back in school and the most dwn to earth prep I have ever met. tlove Did I mention he was smoking hot? He pulled up and parked next to me like he has everyday for the past year. His shaggy black hair, and surfers body was every girls dream.

As most people find hard to believe, this is my best friend. We come rom two diffrent worlds. Well we're not really that diffrent. We both come from money, we both live in nice neighborhoods, and we both love to surf. The only diffrence is that he is popular and a jock, and I am unpopular, and a gleek. This is the hardest part of our friendship.

Cam knocked on my window. I unlocked the doors and let him in. Everyday, Cam sits inside my car until the bell rang.

"Hey." "Hey." "Whats up with you?" Cam asked me. "Just anther bad dream about Valorie last night." "Laura. Please stop blaming yourself. It wasnt your fault. Nothing could havechaned that night." I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Come on . Get in the dodger. We're getting out of here." "What about Clara?" I asked him. "We're in the middle of one of our "Breakups" so it doesn't matter what she thinks.