Drunkdriver Stories

[ONGOING] "Hello guys my name is Layla I'll be your server tonight sorry for the-'' I look around the table and I see someone recognizable and it takes me back. What's his name? Calvin? Carter? I stare into his eyes waiting for it to come to me. I think about the day at the ice cream shop and the nervous guy holding a little girl's hand scratching the back of his neck. It came to me. Cameron. His name is cameron. I take a big gulp and force my eyes away from him "sorry for the wait. what can I get you guys to drink." - Laylas just a girl finding her way through life completely different from what she was used to. From a small town to a city, from one best friend to another, and away from her parents who hate her dead best friend. Cameron is nineteen living with his best friend and four year old. He doesn't have time or the mentality for relationships.

This is a poem that I wrote about a car accident that I was recently in where the driver that hit us was a drunk driver.

Evie lost both her parents in a car crash to a drunk driver. She struggles to come to terms with being an orphan. The only thing she has left is an empty notebook. Visits to the school counselor are a waste of time. So, she never shows up. One day she meets someone. Together they overcome their struggles. Along the way Evie finds her true calling.

From a young age we are taught that the world is black and white, that there is always a very obvious line between right and wrong. But as we grow up, the black and white becomes less clear and that once very prominent line gets harder to see. Everleigh Anderson is the girl that everyone knows as the "cheif's daughter", nice but not too nice, pretty but not flat out gorgeous and all in all, average. Knox Carter was always the outsider, the one that everyone knew of but nobody actually knew, few have tried to get close to him and in the end all have failed. He has a secret, but doesn't everybody? When things unravel will they be able to stay strong?

A girl, a boy, a huge secret, and maybe a little love ;

A young girl in her last moments

"You know that feeling where you just in the pit of your stomach know that something is going to happen? It's almost like when you walk down an empty street at night and feel as though you're being followed -because it's highly likely that you are in that scenario. I had that feeling three years ago..." - Danielle White ("I Could've Saved You")

okok, this kinda has gore , drunk adults. Uh, its about drunk driving and how things could possibly happen.

Drink and Drive - Oxymoron

16 year old Brooke (Bo) Irwin has fallen through the trap door of depression. She strugless with self-harm, and anorexia. She is knocked back into reality when she gets in a car reck. She has to help her brother the famous Ashton Irwin get over his guilt. Bo still struggles with her problems, and is trying to get over them. What happens when a mysterious boy comes to town, and seems to take away her pain, for now.

A girl reflects on a tragedy of her past and vows to make the most of the consequence. *forgive the stupid screenshotted cover, the covers app wasn't working and I really wanted to publish this now. I'll fix it when I can!*

Kirstie dies in a fatal car crash. Jeremy doesn't believe it. He still sees Kirstie and now, he and Kirstie have to convince the rest of Pentatonix that Kirstie is still alive.

The night of the accident... Jude lost Magnolia, and Magnolia lost herself.

They say I was perfection. A legend in the making at River Banks high school. President of the National Honors Society and Drama club. The lead in every school production. Leading the varsity volleyball team to state. The varsity cheer squad to nationals. Homecoming queen three years running. Prom queen shoo in. Colleges were already shouting my name. Endless amount of friends. Dating the varsity football quarterback and captian, Zach Hapcin. Even my family was picture perfect. I was happy. Summer before senior year. A hit and run. Tires screeching, trying to avoid the vehicle that had been turned upside down. People gasping in horror, witnessing destruction right before their very eyes. Cars skidding to a stop, doors slamming behind them. Incoherent phone calls being made, looks of sorrow on everyone's face. Footsteps of brave souls treading closer and closer to the rubble, pedestrians quietly walking on. Sirens wailing in the distance, coughs from the smoke beginning to arise. Heros quickly approaching, struggling to find the unfortunate person within the totalled car. The victim is dragged out, orders are shouted back and forth. Witnesses are thoroughly questioned, car ignitions start back up. Everyone disperses, as if they didn't just witness another human's world just crumble down. As if they didn't just witness everything I lived for being taken away from me just because someone was too prideful to admit that they were too drunk to drive. That night, I died. But an angel brought me back - Dr. Sonny. But, I still suffered memory loss, broken ribs, and a broken leg. Now, I question why I'm still here if I can't even remember who I was, if I can't even do anything that I supposedly lived for anymore. I guess that's for me to figure out. But how do I remember who I was, before becoming who I am?