Dream agency

CHAPTER ONE (1)

The car zoomed off happily; it was a Toyota Corolla, my dad, Henry Hicks, sat beside me, smiling at me all the time. He was blonde, had hazel eyes, pink beautiful lips, beautifully tanned skinned, and had shiny white teeth. His blonde hair fell right in the middle of his forehead. He's a handsome man and women chase after him. He has a flawless face.

We were driving to a camp and the car was close to an clif edge.

Stephanie sat close to dad at the other side with her mother, Mrs. Samantha Maria Hicks. She's a brunette with dark brown hair and amber-brown eyes.

She wore the camp clothes we bought which we all wore. A white T-shirt and jeans.

While my best friend Ruby woods sat beside me. It was a cramped car ride in the night. Her parents, Mrs. Jennifer Woods and Mr. Daniel Woods sat in front. Mr. Daniel drove the car.

It was all jolly before a drunk driver driving a blue Ferrari crashed into us surprisingly. The driver seemed so mad at our car the way he ran into us.

The car fell down the cliff. The windows glass, breaking in every step the car took down and all of us were bumping our heads on either the roof of the car or each other.

The car finally fell completely, everyone was dead. Everywhere reeked with the smell of blood.

Dad's face, Stephanie's and her mother's, Ruby and her parent's face and bodies were covered with blood and they all seemed lifeless.

Being in a car with lots of dead bodies should leave a trauma but nothing is more terrible than when you turn back to your dead dad and he just glares at you.

"What is it, Karen? Why are you crying when you did nothing."

"I tried my best really dad." I cried but he wouldn't listen. He stood up and bust out of the car and left me.

Dad...

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The light from the sun shined through the opened window to my face, that's the alarm clock I need to tell me to get out of bed. No need for any stupid device making noise to wake me up and ruin my hearing.

I starred up to my ceiling. I kept all my father's pictures there.

I sighed.

It's another day, another shitty day.

My life isn't the least bit exciting. It's the worst life ever but I'll be able to take it if only my dreams don't always remind me and make it worst.

Last night I woke up thrice, screaming and my mom running to my room faking she understands.

I rolled on the bed. I probably might have eye bags.

At my right close to my bed is my vanity table. At the top, I kept my alarm.

I sighed and got it from up there. Only a few more seconds and it's 6.

1,2,3,4,5...

Crigggggggggg

The clock rang. It's official now, I got to get on with my depressing life. Not like it's any better asleep.

I dragged myself out of bed and showered. The longest one.

I got my favorite ash-colored jacket and wore it on my sleeveless shirt, and black pants.

I sat on my lemon-colored vanity table chair. Everything is to match except for my barely used makeup kit and my hairbrush and comb. On my mirror is a sticker of Mickey mouse. I love Mickey mouse when I was younger.