My Accidental Death

Chapter 1

Sitting in a hard plastic chair, listening to the teacher drone on and on about how bad sex is and how if we do have sex before marriage we will get pregnant and die.

Ok so maybe it didn't go exactly like that but that was the basis. Yes, you guessed right, I'm in health right now. Sadly we're going over the Sex Ed unit. I've divided exactly how useless this class is, based on girls and guys, popular and lame. Popular boys for example, they sit at the back of the class telling dumb sex jokes and saying penis and vagina over and over again.

Lame boys, they sit back and stare wide eyed, following everything the teacher says working on the assignments like the  good little students . Popular girls, they whisper to each other about the things they've done and what base they got to and with who.

Blushing and making big doe eyes every once in a while when they catch a popular guy looking at them, glaring and sending the death threat eyes to any "lame" guy they catch looking at them. Because apparently it's against the law now. Anyway, the lame girls, they sit and kind of listen but not really.

I mean sure they follow along with the notes but their too busy playing out what they'll say to who, and would any of them ever be confident enough to even look in the direction of the guy they like.

Then there's me. I sit thinking about how I'm getting home and how to not punch the obnoxious and nauseating boy next to me. He's annoying and not even cute. Not exactly my type, and by not my type i mean ugly, obnoxious, has a penis...

Yeah there's something no one knows about me, I'm straight as a wavy pole if you know what I mean. Nobody besides me and my best friend Rebecca (I've always called her becka, it easier)  knows. Well I mean my girlfriend of a year and a half, Niki knows.

Our relationship would kind of fall apart if she didn't know. The bell that signalled the end of fourth hour came and I cursed myself for not paying attention. I'm grabbing my books off the desk trying to shove them in my bag when i get kicked behind my knee.

This is one of many "incidents" that happen on a regular basis. As I pick up my many many gel pens from the floor I start to think about how I'm going to miss the bus. Damn it, I don't have another way home, looks like I'll be walking. As I sling my bag over my shoulder I plan a different route home today. It would be a little longer but at least I could pass by Niki's house. Maybe she didn't have choir today?

Texting a quick summary of what happened to Becka I push through the front door. Hearing the obnoxious ringtone she set for herself on my phone, Fergalicious or something. I would never tell her but secretly, I love the hell out of that song. Looking down to her response asking if I wanted a ride, I couldn't help but grin. Honestly she was the best.

I quickly responded thanks but no thanks and put my earbuds in. I felt a drop on the tip of my nose. Oh you've got to be kidding me... It's raining, seriously? This has been one really shitty day.

I can't wait to snuggle up next to my baby and just vent. I feel real when I'm with her, I don't have to pretend. Looking across the street I saw a car a ways down and figured I was good. All I had to do was cross the street, walk about seven steps and turn a corner.

From there it was three houses down and I would be at my safe place. My baby was waiting for me. Quickly walking across the street I noted that the car coming towards me was a ways off so i slowed down to a normal walk. With the screeching of tires and a car horn I whipped my head to the right and saw a pickup truck whipping around the corner.

It had to have been going at least eighty if not more, and it was coming straight at me. My phone slipped out of my hand, headphones being aggressively  ripped from my ears, and before my phone had a chance to hit the wet unforgiving pavement my body was being thrown against the hood of the truck. I could see the little A+N drawing on my wrist as I fell to the ground.

I didn't feel anything, no pain on impact, I couldn't feel the blood running down my arm from a gash I already knew wouldn't heal correctly. Every single noise, from the screaming and crying to the wailing of the ambulance was fuzzy.

Like I had a bad radio connection getting worse by the second. This driver needed an ass kicking. Who the hell goes that fast in town when it's pouring rain??? I sat up and quickly stood when I saw who the driver was. A guy in my advanced trig and geometry class. He's tormented me for the last four years, and now he hits me with a truck?

Oh hellll no.

I began to notice people looking back at where I had just gotten up from, covering their mouths or crying, leaning on one another for support. What the hell were they looking at. Turning around I realized I was looking at a girls body.

A dead body. Paramedics were surrounding her and all I could think was I hope she's ok. I didn't see anybody else on the road so how was there another person involved in the accident? I felt a pang of sadness as I heard one of the paramedics look at his watch and pronounce that poor girl dead on impact. I needed to see who this was, I would always remember her, everybody deserves being remembered.

Before the coroner's assistant could pull the sheet over the dead girls head I looked and what I saw blew me away. I was laying in the street, my blood mixing with the rain puddles on the street. That was me. The ink on the skin of my wrist dripping off.

I was dead.