Hey guys. My name is Skylar and eveyone keeps telling me I have one foot in the grave, which is another way of saying, I have a death wish. But I don't, is it so bad to want to protect your siblings from anything bad that could happen to them? There's 13 of us including me. The reason my mom has so many kids is because she has a lot of different boyfriends... okay let's face it, she's a slut. And a raging alcoholic. But she wasn't always like that. It happened when my father died. There was 6 of us then, Tyler,Vannessa, Sean, Jacob, Jeremy and then my twin brother ,Skye, who is a whole day older than me, and lastly me. Anyways, they were so happy together and we were the perfect family. Everyone told me so, and I believed them. Then on Skye's and I's 7th birthdays (well technically his birthday the 27th of August) they started argueing over stupid shit like where Skye and I wanted to go for our birthday. We were at an intersection and it was a red light but neither of them noticed, that's when I started yelling
"Mom! Theres a truck coming!"
"You don't even know your daughters favorite color!" My mom screamed at my father
"MOM!"
Both my parents looked up to see a truck ram into us. There was glass and metal flying everywhere, at one point my head smashed through the window and I blacked out. When I woke up I had permantlty damaged hearing, the ear on the side where my ugly Port Wine Stain is.
(A/N I will be making and publishing a new capter every week hope you like it!)
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One Foot in the Grave
Teen Fiction"Oh shut up!" my mother spat at me. "You think your brave and fearless and cool and blah blah blah. But to me, your nothing more than a dead squirel on the road." A tear slipped down my cheek and I stumbled back as though she had slapped me, then my...
