My name is Emma Jones. I am 17 and i live with my grandparents in California. I don't have any siblings, but i wish i did. I never had a chance to ask my parents why they didn't have any other kids before they died. I was with them when it happend. We were driving to my first swimming lesson when i was 10 and we were hit by a drunk driver. I woke up in the hospital an orphan. As soon as i recovered from my injuries, my grandparents took me under there wing. Since we were on our way to my FIRST swimming lesson, i hadn't learnt before. And now with the funerals and my grief, i didn't have time to learn how to swim. And that secret follows me like a shadow everyday. I had lost all my friends because i had become very quiet and i had never told anyone how i felt. I never go in cars anymore, because of my fear of getting in an accident again. I bike everywhere now. Recently, my grandparents put me in a new school in an attempt to make more friends. But things have just been taking a turn for the worst. My grandmother has been diagnosed with a terminal disease and she only has a year left. In my grandfathers sorrow, he surrendered to deppresion. I only live with my grandfather now, because my granmothers in the hospital. But i might as well be living alone. I have to cook, clean and run arrends all day and everyday. I'm not complaining, I just wish i had a little help. But I would be lieing if i said that things at my new school aren't getting interesting...
