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Chapter Two

Walking out of the hospital, I realize all too soon that fall is coming. I'm only in a short sleeve, and it's so cold out here. It feels maybe 40-50 degrees. Maybe less. I'm too confused to care.

"Where'd you park?" I ask as we start into the parking lot. I look to my mom as she stops to look around the lot.

"I think we're over here, Bree," she says as she walks to the left. I see the black 2011 Subaru Legacy and jog over, anxious to get in and turn on the engine, to warm myself up.

I look back at my mom who is leisurely walking at her own pace. "Toss me the keys!"

"No way!" She laughs and walks over to the car. She unlocks the doors and hops in, and I sit down next to her in the passenger seat.

She turns the key and the car radio starts playing All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor.

"Please no," I say as I change the channel. Skimming the stations, I make out a small part of How to Save a Life by The Fray, and keep the station on.

I buckle my seatbelt, turn up my seat warmer, mom backs out of her spot, and leaves the lot.

My stomach growls.

Mom obviously notices, saying "What would you like to eat, cripple?"

My mom has always been one to joke.

"Honestly, I'm fine with McDonald's. I just want to get home."

It's true. I know McDonald's is such crap. But right now, all I need is my own bed, and McDonald's is close to home, and fast. I'm so stressed from the fact that my car is probably trashed, and I lied straight to my doctor's face. And to be honest, McDonald's tastes good. So who cares?

A few minutes go by, the only sound being the radio and my singing along. Mom makes a quick left and turns into the McDonald's parking lot, just as my stomach growls again. She orders my breakfast usual which just happens to be an Egg McMuffin and a hash brown, and we're off for home.

We pull up to the driveway a minute later and I hop out with the fast food bag in my hand. I look up at our small blue house, and start walking up the stairs to the porch. I turn back and notice that my car isn't anywhere to be seen. "Where's my car?" I give a worried look to my mom.

She looks at me wearily. She knows how much I loved that car. "Honey, your car was damaged pretty bad. It would have cost more to get it fixed than it was worth. We decided to trash it."

Fucking great.

"So I assume I'll be driving the Subaru to my first day of school?" I give her a pissy glare. They didn't even consent me.

"Yes. Probably. Can we please go inside? It's freezing and we can talk about this later." She locks the car door and quickly walks up the stairs that lead to our front door.

Once we get inside, my mom immediately walks into her room and I plop on the couch and grab the TV remote, but quickly put it back down. I'm way too hungry to debate about what show I should watch. I start eating my breakfast sandwich as my brother walks down the stairs.

He walks over and flicks my forehead, right on the stitches. "How's your head doing, idiot?" He laughs and sits down on the couch, right next to me.

"Tanner Luke Jacobs, you are such a dick," I say as I punch him in the shoulder. "You may be becoming an upperclassman on Monday, but that doesn't give you the right to give your older sister attitude!" I laugh and punch him one more time.

"Who gave you the right to use my full name, Bree Lynn Jacobs?" Tanner rubs his shoulder and pouts as he moves to the other side of the couch.

"Oh, shut up you baby. Can you go ask mom where my phone is? My head hurts so bad," I say, putting emphasis on the "so" to get him to feel bad for me. I assume it works because he gets up and walks into mom's room.