Memory Lane - Chapter 9

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Amanda's POV~

I stood there, dumbfounded. Instead of being strong and staying at school, I ran. I ran until I couldn't run any longer.

I finally stopped running and I was in a park. I sat down on the park bench and pulled out my phone.

I pulled up messages and texted my brother.

What really happened in the accident? Was I really driving alone?

After it had been a half an hour, I checked my phone. My brother apparently had Send Read Receipts on. It said he had read the message 30 minutes ago and he just ignored it!

I texted him the same message over and over again until he replied.

You know, don't you?

I gulped, with the fact that someone had died in the accident dawning over me.

I put away my phone and ran home. I ran through the front door and to my room.

I slammed my bedroom door shut and I heard footsteps coming near my room. My mom opened the door with a blank expression on her face.

"I wasn't alone in the accident, was I?" I demanded.

"No," my mom whispered, looking guilty as ever.

My eyes opened wide and I started packing up some clothes, hair brush, tooth brush, toothpaste, my phone, phone charger, my purse, and other things I would need.

I stormed out of my house with a bag of everything I packed. I went to my car and drove off.

I knocked on the door, "Can I sleep over here tonight? I just can't stay at my house right now," I asked.

Leila nodded and I stepped inside. We went to her room and she started asking me a bunch of questions like: What happened? Why can't you stay at your house? Are you okay?

"At school I overheard people saying that in the accident my best friend died," I whispered.

"Oh... Do you mean Madi?" Leila asked me.

"I don't know her name!" I replied, "Wait? You knew about this?!"

Leila shook her head, "I just know that she died in a car accident, I didn't know she was with you!!"

"I didn't, either!!" I pleaded.

I sighed, feeling guilty, "Can I see a picture of her?" I asked.

Leila nodded slowly and pointed to a huge mural on her wall, "That's me, you, and Madi."

I looked at the huge mural, hoping I would remember something, but I didn't.

A tear dropped and soon, Leila and I were crying on eachother's shoulders.

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