My friends and I were in a car, driving to who knows where. Well, Andy knew where, but she wouldn't tell us. We were laughing, drunk, and it was dark out. I wasn't drunk. I was the good one. I wasn't driving either, but I wanted to have fun.
I can see Andy's hair, beautiful and short, flowing behind her ears like little flames. Her smile, like this is where she wants to be. I can see Natalie and her chocolate curls and bouncing up and down with the loud music: smiling, laughing.
I can see the boys, Ander and Will. Ander is kissing Nat's neck, his hair up everywhere like a tumbleweed and it twists and waves in the wind.
And Will. He only has eyes for me, and words for me. He's Nat's brother but she doesn't mind, and I don't mind. His hair is curls and gentle swaying like the soft rolling of waves. He plays with my hand and my hair. I want him to kiss me. I want him to be my first kiss, my first love.
Andy lets out a drunken cackle and tells Nat to take the wheel. Andy stands through the sunroof and waves her arms all over, squealing like it is her own personal Christmas.
And I am innocent honey, in the backseat. Screaming for her to stop the car as a truck stops in front of us.
I see the flames that is not Andy's hair, but are all over her and the car. I see Nat's curls that are singed and unmoving on the hood of the car. I see Ander's tumbleweed all tangled in sharp metal, and his lips covered in red. I see Will... His eyes aren't looking at me, or anything. His hand still holds mine, frozen and unmovable.
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Singular Moment
Teen FictionMelisty Hoke is the only survivor of a fatal car accident. What do you do when you shouldn't be alive after something tragic? You get a new life. New friends. New attitude. You may even run into the past that you try to forget. The things that happ...
