I don't remember much of anything from before the crash. There was Mom, who I thankfully recognized after seeing her hi lighted hair and chocolate colored eyes. I don't know what she would have done if I hadn't. Probably spent more time at home crying. And then there was Ethan, who I would never forget no matter what happened. My older brother is half of the world to me. The other half I'm still trying to figure out. I can't even remember what kind if hobbies that I'm into. Ethan says that I like guitar. Sounds pretty fun.
I try not to think about the crash. All that I could piece together was pain and flashing lights and a soothing, deep voice by my ear. But I do remember Father. And Jack. Mom old me that we were on our way to the grocery store when it happened. I guess I was the only survivor. They say I'm lucky, but based on all of the sobbing that's been going on around here, nothing could have been worse than what happened to me.
This kid called Alex visited me today. He had big blue eyes that sparkled and brown hair that he kept on running his hands through. It was rhythmic, soothing even. His words were careful and soft, as if he felt like they could hurt me. Then he told me that he loved me before he left, his eyes sad and filled with hurt. I told him that he was a stranger to me.
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Dandelions and Other Wishes
Teen Fiction"Jamie, it's Alex," "Oh. Hi?" It felt like I was talking to a complete stranger. I didn't remember him. He could be my brother, for all that I knew. "You don't... Remember me, do you?" His voice cracked, hurt and raw. I stared into his shockingly bl...
