A Stereotypical Life

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"Come on then Lottie!" Mum called from downstairs. I put one last grip in my hair and padded downstairs, dad smiled at me from the kitchen, "Ready then?" I nodded and smiled back. Mum came rushing through the hall and we bustled through the door to the car. "So what do you think the teachers will say Lottie?" Asked mum
Dad started the car.
"I don't know... I guess I'm kind of good at art," I replied from the back seat. I saw mum grin in the mirror, she was a total art fanatic, she adored street art and was constantly redoing the walls in her studio.
"Any good at maths?" Asked dad, glancing at me in the mirror. I shrugged. Dad was an accountant and wanted me to follow in his footsteps, I'd rather be an artist like mum. My mum was my best inspiration, she was clever, talented and beautiful. She had tanned skin, fair hair and a light sprinkling of freckles on her nose.
We were just about to turn the corner to the school...
Then it happened...
The screech of brakes...
The shout of dad's voice...
"I love you..." mum and dad both whispered. I screamed. Dad screamed. Mum screamed.
The car swerved left and crashed into the oak tree before us. The bonnet instantly burst into flames, I buried my head and screamed for my parents...

No answer...