"Warren! Slow Down!!!" I yelled as Warren's virtual car raced in front of mine. Before I knew it, his yellow and white striped car slid into the finish line.
"Ha! Beat ya little girl!" he yelled back, throwing his controller onto the ground, as if doing a celebratory football dance. I pushed at his knees jokingly, acting like i hated him dancing, but in reality, it was the best thing ever. He eventually sat down and smoothed the wrinkles on his slacks. It may seem weird that he was wearing what normally would be considered dress pants on completely ordinary day, but to us doctor's kids, they are the laziest thing we own.
"Hey, im hungry. Do you want some grub?" i asked, knowing that he would decline. Warren's mom is a nutritionist and obsesses over his health and "well-being". As if right on que, he responds, "Nah, i already ate my scheduled calories worth of snacks, wish i could though." I shrugged and grabbed a pack of my favorite candy, maltesers. It seems crazy to me that he actually abides to his mother's stupid rules. If i was him; i would eat as much junk as possible, with the only intention of rebelling against her. Then again, Warren is pretty much the closest to perfect a son can get. He makes straight A's, he's the rugby star player, and he is pretty much destined to be a doctor. Before my mom died, she would tell me that one day i will be the luckiest girl in all of England just by marrying my best friend, Warren. My mom died when i was ten, and i stil remember the moment so clearly.
"Where are we going momma?" i asked in a cheery, childish tone
"The Zoo!! Daddy fixed up the keepers nose and now we can go in for free today!"
Once we were about 25 minutes from the zoo, traffic began to pile up. After a while of wating in the same line, watching the same scenery over and over again, i got very restless. "Mommy! Why is it taking so long?" i repeated this several times. It was very unusual to get traffic at this time, and it was definitley testing mothers patience. Add my screaming and mommy was quickly loosing her temper.
After i repeated kicking my mom's seat and screaming the same words over and over again, mom finally snapped. She turned around in her seat, facing me and screamed "Kennedy we will get there eventually could you please be quiet!" What she didnt realize is that her foot had hit the gas very hard, and as soon as she turned around, our car began hurling at insane speed to the large curb-wall. My mom began panicing and as soon as we almost hit the wall, motherly insticts finally kicked in. "Kennedy sweetie!" she screamed in panic, "Put your hand above yout head and put your neck down-" The car slammed windshield first into the brick wall. Glass shattered all around me and i could feel the metal car walls crushing in around me. I heard a large pop as the air bags deployed, unraveling like a marshmellow heated inside a microwave oven.
I had no idea how much time had passed until i heard loud noise that could be close to what a plush bear hears before it is picked up by a small metal claw and given to an excited child. The jaws of life pried the car top open and allowed men in yellow suits to take me away.
Somehow, i had gotten away from the accident with only a minor concussion and a broken leg. My mother however had died instantly.
I was taken from my flashback by a warmth covering my hand that was resting on the couch. It was Warren. He had enveloped my hand with his and was softly stroking my hair. "Did you have the flashback again?" he cooed I then began to sob uncontrollably, burying my head in his perfect-for-me form. His arms had just draped across my back when the doorbell rang. "I guess ill get that.." i said
I wearily walked down the hallway that led to the front door. After what seemed like forever, i finally reached it.As i opened the door, a husky but desperate voice hastily came out.
"Hello! I'm so sorry to bother you but ive lost my dog and i think i saw her run this way. Have you seen her?" He handed me a flier with a beautiful german shepard platstered on it. I shook my head no, and then became aware of what i looked like. A rich man's child was to always look presenatble, especially to attractive people. And i soon noticed that this man was very much attractive.
"Oh, thats okay. My names Greg, please caall the number on the sheet if you find her." and with that he quickly sped away. Oh will do mr. greg, i will totally call you.
