Potholes

Chapter 4 As told by Eva

Some people say that when you die you have this moment when you see the light, total bullshit if you ask me, but at that moment I saw it. The light, maybe it was just the light coming through the window and the heat of that moment, but I saw it spiritually. It was like this, the light (really just the sun) was illuminating my good side, the side of me that wouldn't lie to my parents and spend one crazy summer with my friends tearing our way through the country. The side which I should model. I was reflecting on this thought when a loud disruptive honk blared. The light went away as soon as it came and I found myself staring into my parents' faces.

"I guess my ride's here" I heard myself whisper.

"Okay, get ready, then meet us in the kitchen when you're done," said my dad.

Then they turned to leave, I wanted to call out to them, tell them to wait. I wanted to tell them everything, but as the door shut behind them I knew there was no going back.

I pushed myself out of bed and stood in front of my full length mirror, surveying myself. My naughty curly hair fell over my blue pajamas, I really should have taken a shower today, but there was no time for that. I pulled on my favorite acid washed blue jeans and tie dye shirt and grabbed my backpack. I took one more glance in the mirror and then turned and ran to the kitchen. I knew they would take forever if I let them, so I tried to hurry the goodbye.

"Bye mom and dad'" I said.

"Stay safe, drive safe," said my dad, with tears in his eyes.

My dad has never been good at goodbyes, even temporary ones.

"Bye, have fun on your band trip," my mom said.

"Okay, don't text me too much," I said jokingly, but really meaning it. Next I turned, scooped up a cliff bar and left. I ran towards Parker's car and flung open the dented door.