My ears were ringing, my clothes were ripped and my car seat was mutilated. Blood was running out of my brother like a tap, I tried screaming, shouting but no one woke up. I was alone, whispering to myself, trying to wake myself up from this non existent dream.
I was six years old when I went to live
with my grandparents in London, 5,000 miles away from my hometown of Long Beach CA. I was shaking in my airplane seat wondering what London would be like, would I make any friends? Alison looked at me and smiled 'You'll be ok, I'll miss you munchkin.' she said whilst tickling my nose.
Alison has been my rock since the accident, since I was the only living witness of the accident that claimed the lives of my mom, dad and brother. I remember the trial went on for weeks, its not normal for a new car to explode on the middle lane of an empty highway, especially if there's nothing for it to crash into.
It wasn't long till I broke down sobbing, covering my face so Alison didn't see me. It was the middle of the night and we were approaching Gatwick fast, I started to thank Alison, I mentioned how Mom and Dad would be so happy that she took me in. I must of had tears in my eyes so she started saying that when I graduate they'll be right next to me and there spirit will be alive as long as I have them in my heart. I don't remember much of the journey to my grandparents but it was tense, almost like they wanted a get out of jail free card.
That was the start of my new life, cut to 12 years later and I'm walking through the X Factor house with my suitcase in one hand and my phone in the other, I'm such a typical teenager. I heard my name being shouted down the stairs and I saw Sam screaming, she ran down the stairs and gave me a massive bear hug, she maybe skinny but she's about 6ft with her biker boots on, so I was nearly on the floor but I was happy. When she eventually let me go, all the other contestants were staring at me. They started to come down one by one and gave me hugs, it's been ages since I've seen them, all but one came down. It was a gorgeous blonde boy with floppy hair and an amazing sense of style, he looked nervous and walked away. I pushed him to the back of my mind and headed to my room.
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Cracked Windscreen (Freddy Parker fan fiction)
RomanceWhen Kennedy Jones moved to London, she was a scared 6 year old. Cut to 12 years later and she's starting the perfect career, an amazing group of family and friends and the perfect crush. She's created the perfect exterior, though she's broken insid...
