May 31, 1975
Cars are nothing new to Great Britain, they have been around for years. Not many people own cars they still prefer walking or taking a bus over driving themselves, but my mother she never was one for public transportation and she refuses to walk anywhere. She bought a sleek black Morris Marina which is still quite a popular car. However that is not the point, my mother being the impatient person she is wanted to get to the local library to get a book she's had her eye one for a while. Not paying much attention to other people on the road didn't see the small accident on the highway until the last moment, breaking the car didn't stop in time launching her through the windshield killing her on impact. I on the other hand only managed to escape the crash with a few broken bones in my ribs and leg, little did mother know that her not being able to react would cause the worst road accent in Britain's history.
Jackson sighs and closes his brown leather bound notebook, turning to place it gently on the table next to him.
A nurse enters holding a small tray of food, "Oh you finally put down that diary of yours, good you need to eat something today."
Jackson only nods to the nurses statement and picks up the cold metal fork shoveling the rice into his mouth. The nurse must have found the boys action entertaining for she let out a soft giggle before returning to her calm demeanor, and exiting the room.
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Chained
FantasyPeople alway say that when they read a good book 'they get sucked into it'. But what if it no longer became just a figure of speech?
