One thing I learned from dying, it sucks. You leave everyone, everything. Family, Friends, Boyfriend, Wifi, Netflix, all gone.
My name is Layla Peterson.
I was living a completely ordinary life, and I died a very unordinary death, at age sixteen. I had a regular home, straight A's, a completely wonderful yet full of herself bestie; and the perfect boyfriend.
I had blond hair, blue-green eyes, and an acne free face. I played guitar,piano, and got most of the leads in the school choir.
I never exactly stood out. I was happy though, and that was enough.
Now all I can say is, how funny it is that now that I'm dead, how much more that I matter to people.
I saw the people at my funeral. Alot of people I didn't even know all that well from school, showed up. There's a picture of me in the cafeteria. In a few more years I would just be a story.
The Girl Who Got Struck By Lightning.
Yes, that is how I died. I got struck by lightning. In a gas station parking lot. Getting my brother a Slurpee and cigarettes. All because of a stupid bet.
It was wet, and the air all around was moist and smelled alot like cut grass and lake. I remember it being very refreshing on the way home from a hard day of school.
When I got home, I sat on the couch and found my older brother watching Americas Next Top Model.
"Christina is so going to win," I say.
"Not by a chance, Melissa is beyond hot," Nick exclaimed.
Nick is seventeen, and a senior. He is sort of a slacker, doesn't get good grades. He is very popular and a total player. He is always with a new girl. Every weekend he throws parties at our house, when my parents go visit my great grand parents.
"Oh yah, I bet Christina is going to win." I say with confidence. It was another weekend so our parents were gone. We always watched ANTM.
"Okay then, if Melissa wins you go to the gas station and buy me a Slurpee and a pack of cigarettes. Go buy from the pretty girl Alice, tell her Nick sent you. If Christina wins I will give you thirty bucks."
We shook on it. Sadly Melissa won. So I drove to gas station in the rain and lightning.
I went inside, the pretty girl Alice sat behind the counter, reading a Seventeen magazine. I went to the slurpee machine, getting my brother a grape Slurpee. He hates grape. I went to the counter and told Alice, "Nick sent me."
She gave me her number to give to Nick. I said, "Thanks." Then I left.
As I opened the door. I got a text.
It was Nash.
Hey Lay, are you busy 2night?
I text back.
Come on over, we can watch a movie :)
Nash sent back.
Okay, love you ♥
I remember smiling big. I was so lucky to have Nash. He was the sweetest.
We met freshman year at the Championship Basketball game.
I was getting popcorn with my best friend Natalie, when we bumped are foreheads right into each other.He smiled with a sorry. We talked the rest of the night. Then we soon started dating in sophomore year.
I walked away from the door and looked up at the sky. The sky was crazy looking, with rain and clouds.
I put my hood over my head and started running for my car.
On the way I slipped from the rubber part on my boots. Pain spanded through my leg and back. My eyes and face were watery from both the rain and the tears. I couldn't get up. I moved my hand, feeling little specks of glass. My phone had broke.
I reached for it, and pulled it up to my face. It wouldn't turn on.
I sighed and looked up. My throat was too dry to yell for help. Plus, there was no one around. Except for Alice who was inside blasting out to One Direction.
I closed my eyes. I was so getting Nick back. I felt Slurpee, in my rain boots. I shrugged. And when I opened my eyes. A burst of light came at me with a large roar and scream following. A burst of electricity was entered through my body. My heart stopped moving. My mind stopped thinking. I stopped living.
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Struck By Life
Teen FictionMy name is Layla Peterson. I was living a completely ordinary life, and I died a very unordinary death, at age sixteen