My bad life turned good

Some basic information about this story:

This story will be told by Abigail unless stated otherwise.

Some chapters will be shorter than others.

Some chapters will also have some flashbacks about past events.

There will be some sad parts, but there will be a happy ending.

The band eleven past one will appear as well.

*Note: the band Down With Webster will appear later on as well (even though it's an eleven past one fan fiction)

I hope all of my readers will enjoy this book.

People in this book:

Abigail (Abby) Richter~ adopted sister of Stephen and Daniel Richter

Emma Baker~ first person that Abby meets at her new school

Hanna and Rebecca Thompson~ twin sisters

Eleven Past One (band)~ Stephen Richter (guitarist), Daniel Richter (singer), Kyle Bykiv (guitarist), Steve Patenaude (drummer) and Dan Beattie (bass player).

Down with Webster (band)~ Camm Hunter (singer/ rapper), Marty Martino (drummer), Diggy (dj), Tyler Armes (bass and keys), Pat Gillett (singer/guitarist) and Bucky Buck (singer).

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Introduction:

My name is Abigail , but I would much rather be called Abby . I was born on August 21st. I'm sixteen years old and this is my story.

When I was ten years old my parents got into a car crash, I was in it, while they both passed away, I lived. The force of impact is what caused my parents death, not just the fact that it was a drunk driver that killed them. I don't like to talk about it much, but it is important to hear the story that way you can understand my story.

*flash back.... 6 years ago"

I woke up and got out of bed feeling excited because today's the day that I have my first swimming competition in a series of six competitions. I'm one of the few people that made it into the competition which in my eyes is a big accomplishment and I couldn't be more proud of myself, nor could my parents or the rest of my family. We had to leave at four in the morning, so there I was eating breakfast at three in the morning listening to my parents saying how proud they are of me and also listening to some voice messages from my friends and other family members wishing me luck and saying that I would do great. When I was done eating we got in the car and were on our way. We were just coming out of our neighbourhood when a car came out of no where and hit our car, my dads head hit the steering wheel, while my moms head went back and then forward and hit the glove compartment, I screamed and started to cry, I managed to unlock my door and went to a house nearby and rang the doorbell and asked to use their phone and called 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" She asked.

"My parents and I were just in a car crash, I'm fine but my parents aren't," I said.

"Okay sweetie where are you ?" She asked.

"1314 maple road," I said.

"Okay I'll send someone out there," she said.

"Okay thank you," I said.

"You're welcome sweetie, just stay by the car," she said. I waited a few seconds and then I heard the sirens of the police cars, fire tracks and ambulances coming towards the scene of the accident.

"Hey sweetie I'm officer Clifford and I just have a few questions for you, feel free to answer them or say you don't know if you don't know," he said.

"Okay officer Clifford, I'll try my best," I said.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Abigail , but I go by Abby for short," I said.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked. Holding up some fingers.

"Three," I said.

"Okay that was correct," he said.

"Why did you ask me those questions?" I asked.

"Just to see if your memory was still good because sometimes people in car crashes will lose some of their memory," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"Do you remember what colour the car was that caused the car crash?" He asked.

"I think it was black, but I don't know the make of it or the year of it," I said.

"Okay, we actually did see a black car on our way here, it was going back and forth on the road was that what the car that caused the car crash was doing?" He asked.

"Yea that was exactly how it was driving," I said.

"Okay thank you for your help," they said.

"You're welcome." I said. Not only were my parents taken to the hospital, I was as well. I was taken to the hospital so they could look me over and make sure that I wasn't too injured. I had lost some blood, but the doctors said that that wasn't uncommon for someone who had been in a car crash they also said that I was lucky to be alive judging by how many other people had passed away from a loose of blood after a car crash. They kept me in the hospital for two weeks.

*end of flashback*

When I was released from the hospital, I ended up moving in with my aunt and uncle on my moms side of the family. A few months later my uncle had lost his job and wasn't making any money now and my aunt wasn't making enough money at her job, so of course I ended up being taken away by child services, which I didn't like at all.