Unspoken Words being Spoken

Unspoken Words being Spoken

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All I could hear was her scream through the crash and then sudden darkness took over. The flames and heat was intense as I lay there lifeless. My limp body tangled in the mess of what was left of out jeep. Sirens screamed down the road only half a mile away. Slowly everything disappeared an I woke up to a thin pale man peering down at me. His words still echo in my mind. "You were the only survivor." It was the beginning of summer for Danika Chase. Her sights were set high for her summer, surfing and endless nights on the beach were all on her mind but little did she know she would be soon flown back to her home in Colorado to stay with family friends till after high school. A devastating car wreck ruined her so called perfect summer and left her searching for any sort of peace and comfort. Her summer doesn't seem so great after all and her junior year of high school is coming up. Life is totally changed and she's faced with decisions that might change everything.
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The air smelled of gasoline and death. That's what woke me first. Not the searing pain in my side or the impossible heat coming from somewhere behind me. No, it was the smell. And then the memories hit me like the bus hit the tree. And I was rolling down the side of a mountain, surrounded by ten other screaming kids and three panicked adults. All of which had a ninety six percent chance of death. My eyes were open. My emerald eyes, so rare that only two percent of the population had them. And my throat was burning, and my skin was tingling. And all I could think about was the probability that I was dying. Scattered around me I knew were twelve other people with a ninety nine percent chance of already being dead. And I didn't look around to find out. Because I knew I was one hundred percent right.

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