"Are your seatbelts buckled?" Uncle Steve asked. "Yeah" I replyed not really in the mood for a conversation. I shut the door of his one of many cars. Uncle Steve took a peak in the review mirror then said "Alice you okay?" And I responded with a simple shrug. things were moving so fast I don't think om ready to move but its to late to turn back now. The engine of the car suddenly springs to life and we start moving. I look out the window to see the scene before me. Home. Well it didn't feel lime home anyways. With dad gone my life has turned upside down. I was always that student in school who would always be looked at by everyone with pity. I didn't want to feel there sorrow. And I never understood the reason to say sorry to people after something tragic or sad happens. It wasn't your fault that person died or whatever. I don't know. Sometimes I just think of random stuff in my head like why I even have a head. I guess I was always curious and ambitious. If there was something I wanted to achieve I'd do whatever it takes to get there. Because nothing gets in my way (well almost nothing). Suddenly we stop. The tires screech and the horn honks. The side of the car slide and goes to the other side of the lane. In just a glance I could see a car coming in speed down that lane. The last thing I thought to myself before it happened was "I'll be right there dad, just wait." Then everything went black.
AN: Sorry this is short!! I'll. try to make my chapters longer but I'm not promising anything I hope you like my story so far and it would mean a lot if you voted or commented or whatever you can thanks tserdol out
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Holding On
General FictionThis story is about Alice having trouble with her life since her dad dies until she meets her........ sorry for cliff hanger, stay tuned and read part 2 of this story. tserdol out. ;)
