I Am Ciara McCoy
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Last published Fri, Jan 5, 2018
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?
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