We Six

Green

*CRASH* all i can hear is the loud audible sound of two cars colliding together and killing two innocent people that had a home, a family, a life. the sound made me jump, it was a scared feeling but the feeling where you cant look away doesn't matter what happens you're just so fixated on that one thing. when i heard that sound nothing else mattered, i was frozen, paralyzed. i wake up with a scream, my abuela rushes in and i jolt up throw the blanket from around me and scream cry till i'm gasping for air. my abuela cradles me in her arms verbatim breathing exercises she read off a website to help with this sort of stuff. "Isabella, was it the same dream again?" she says with sincerity in her voice. "of course it was, i can never get it out of my head" i say forcefully but loving because shes all i have left. "its been ten years, you'd think it would stop haunting your dreams by now" "i know right" i say sarcastically and we both laugh. by this time its about 4:15 my usual scheduled nightmare, wake up screaming, get dressed, eat cereal, brush teeth. same routine everyday. i know they would want me to be happy and just forget about it already but i just cant every night i'm back at that damned ice cream shop with my abuela, six years old pink shirt, purple shorts, and pigtails tied with my two favorite pink scrunchies i wore all the time. I've just gotten my one scoop of strawberry ice cream in a cone with sprinkles. same as always. parents running late cause of work. same as always. then i hear that god forsaken sound of the two cars i turn my head and freeze. the scoop of strawberry falling to the ground in what felt like slow motion. it was a blur everything happened so fast it wasn't until the hospital man was zipping up the two black bags holding my parents inside of them. I snap back to reality at the sound of the alarm "shoot, time for school" i say. i run out the door sending a kiss from my hand to my abuela, she catches it with her hand and puts it on her heart, same as always. i began walking down the street the normal route to school i take everyday, but this time it was different. i don't know how but different just a feeling i guess. by this time its 6:30 am still dark out but the feeling of being followed still prevalent in the pit of my stomach. i start walking faster no looking behind me like abuela taught me, footsteps become audible so close it sounded like they were right behind me, i turn around, nothing. confused i turn back around and began to walk slower to stop my heart from beating out of my chest from fear. but then i hear it again, this time no walking fast i bullet away running as fast as i can to get to the school. finally i make it with time to spare before first period. I walk to the "commons" a big circular room always filled to the brim with students gossiping, laughing, and exchanging answers for mrs. Johnson's exam this afternoon. I join in with a group of my friends and they're talking about a field trip going on today. "Isabella, did you hear about the field trip?" Allison said bursting with excitement. "No? Where is it to?" "I don't know but all tenth graders are going, something about trying to find talented people for a group or something?" Allison said "okay cool" I say not really worried I'm not very talented myself but you never know. I walk into fourth period and an announcement comes on over the p.a system "ALL TENTH GRADERS TO THE BUSES PLEASE" The principal says with an odd amount of resistance in her voice like something was going to happen that we didn't know about. I get on the bus and it's only a short twenty minute ride to wherever we were going. When I stepped of the bus, the air changed. It felt heavier and harder to breathe in, I look the tall skyscraper of a building up and down. Something about it gave me the feeling in my stomach that I was going to throw up. I was scared. I had a bad feeling about this place that I couldn't explain. A lot of bad has happened here and more was to come. Involving me somehow. Heartbreak, loss, stress all overflowing in me simultaneously. But I still walked in the doors, bring what may.