Always Remember Me

Prologue:

I still recall the day I died.

20th march 2013.

My 12th birthday, that was the worst day of my life, the day I left my mum, my older brother Dylan and twin sister, who of which i look up to in any possible way, Anna. She is so beautiful. I wish I could be like her. To be honest, it's going to be really hard to explain what happened that day.

"Girls, come down now! Your going to be late for dance class!" My mum shouted upstairs to us. We were both reading matching books called 'Forever Dancing'. We had got them for our birthday. Sighing, I sat up from laying on my top bunk of our bunk bed, and jumped off the side of my bed.

"Coming mum!" I replied, tapping Anna on the shoulder, as she was concentrating on her book. She looked up at me and smiled, her hazel brown eyes flickering. We had been reading for over an hour now, so I wouldn't be surprised if she saw letters flying around my head! I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, explaining that mum had told us to go downstairs.

"Wow! We have been reading for an hour!" She chirpily replied.

"I know! Right, lets go? Have you got the sweets to hand out to the other kids at dance?"

"Under the bed, ya know what Dylan is like." I laughed at her, and took the sweets and walked downstairs.

I know what your thinking! 'Perfect sisters, yeah right!' Well, we're the opposite to be honest. But because its our birthday, were being nice and all.

Downstairs I could hear my mum sighing and rushing about with party poppers and streamers, decorating the house for our party. We were inviting the dance club over.

"Took you long enough girls! DYLAN, COME HERE! Dylan is taking you, whilst I decorate." She noticed us and rushed over to us, looking flustered. "I have no chance of finishing this house when I have to drive you all the way to Oxford and back!!!" We giggled at her and I bent down to do my shoe laces. Soon enough Dylan slumped down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a packet of crisps from the cupboard and slipped his shoes on. What a grump. We walked out the door and did rock paper scissors to see who got to sit in the front seat. I lost, of course. And so I opened the back door and climbed in, looking out of the window.

Beside Dylan's silver car was a large lorry for Rigby Supermarket. It was full of can's of beans, soup and bottled juice, that sort of thing. I sneezed and Dylan's head shot round, taking his eyes off the road. God Anna! Why do my sneezes have to sound like an elephant giving birth!

"Haha, jeez Anna, you scare me with that laug-" He was cut off by the car severing into the lorry, and me screaming in pain...