Undefined

Chapter 1

Lizzie

I wake up with a jolt, the dream still crowding my mind... I'm in my car with my dad and sister, on the freeway while it's raining hard. There are 2 trucks in front of us, one to our left and one directly in front of us. The one in front of us indicates that it wants to move left, but while it's switching lanes, it slips and falls on top of a car that somehow appeared in front of us. My dad stops the car and I find my feet carrying me to the car. Inside, there's a man a baby not older than one and a half. I get the baby out and look at it for injuries, there are none. Thank God. I get the man out and hand him his baby, I think his leg is broken. I run to the truck and look inside. There's an unconscious man with a big gush of red blood coming out of a cut that probably happened because of the broken coke glass. I rip off a piece of my shirt and wrap it around his cut. I pull him out and find that my dad has called 911 already. A shot blares, and I'm awake....

My sister, Emma, barges in. "Good, you're up. Hurry up, and get ready for school, it's 7:15." I grudgingly get up and change. I run down the stairs and grab a book. I read until it's 7:43. I tell my dad that we need to get going. I say bye to my mom and go out my front door. For the first time, I realize that it's night-time. I start laughing. My family comes from behind me and starts laughing with me. Then I find out the actual reason I'm up. Emma, my dad, and I are going to a party. I say bye to my mom again and we get in our car. It's starting to rain. We get onto the freeway. This all seems familiar, well we always come on this freeway so that's probably it. There are 2 trucks in front of us. Oh.My.God. This was my dream. I see it all unfold in front of me. The slip, the crash, everything. Soon, I find that I have already helped the truck driver. I get ready for the shot. PANG. I'm shot. Good news, the shooter -who looks familiar- has a lousy shot. I'm shot in the shoulder. The ambulance is here. I can't believe this. I touch my shoulder, the shot isn't there. I, somehow, healed.