Into the fog

Prologue.

Prologue

It was fun. A night out with the girls, being able to just be me. Not having to worry if something was stuck in my teeth or if my make-up had smudged. Collage life isn’t like tonight what so ever. Although I do share a dorm with all girls and should be all but eager to get out and away from them, a night without guys was fun.

“How will we spend it next time? It has to top this one.” Rosemary Plataric, my roommate and all time best friend, pratted on next to me.

“Do you think next time will even come close to now?” Kristy Ellenburg, The girl from down the hall which was one of the nicer ones, laughed.

“You both are crazy. Nothing can top today. Ever!” Nina Silversmith, a shy quiet girl who sat next to me in almost every class, yelled from the seat behind mine. This trip had made her all but glow. She had had an amazing time and wasn’t bothered that it was 2 in the morning, we were nowhere near our dorms and we had classes tomorrow. “What about you Tab?”

“Me, well I’d say it is second best.” I looked back at all of their faces. “Because next time is going to kick ass. No getting around it. I am going to make sure of it.” That’s me, Tabetha Bonaparte. The outcast, who frankly doesnt want to fit in, ginger. Firey red hair, that frizzes at its own will (which is all the time.), bright green eyes and unlimited freckles

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished around for it, pulled it out and read the text.

“Its getting late, shouldn’t you be back my now?” Kim Silversmith wrote. She is Nina’s twin. They were almost the exact same person. Always an onpoint straight a students, Always liked the same things and never fought. She had refused to tag along although her sister (and roommate) had jumped at the opertunity saying it was a reward to herself for getting the highest grade  in her history of grades on a project(a 104 because of extra credit).

“Calm down, we are on our way. We’ll be there soon” I lied, “don’t sell her bed so fast.” I had just pressed the ‘send’ button when I heard a scream.

“Tab, Look Out!” Looking up I dropped my phone and slamed down on the breaks. The car skidded forward. My head smacked into the steering wheel sending fire works of pain through my brain and the last things I hear are the grunts of my friends, a loud honk, and a truck slamming into the right side of my car.

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Okay, well thats it for now... I'm still working on the rest. Please, Please, PLEASE, Comment on what i have so far. Tell me if i should just stop here, continue... whatever floats your boat. :)

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~Daisy.