Daisy

Chapter 1

I didn't do it.

Thats how all the murderers answer right? I didn't do it. I didn't drink at the Benson twins new years party. I didn't fight the twins older brother, and my elementary enemy, Ronnie Benson. I didn't angrily get behind the wheel with the most beautiful, angelic girl I'd ever met, sitting in the passenger's seat. I didn't speed down North Galewood bridge. I didn't harshly turn to soon and ended up running the car off the bridge.

I, Aziel Zachary Ragazzi Moore, did not kill the sweet and innocent Daisy Ackers.

I didn't.

The statement everyone has tried to tell me. That it wasn't my fault. That no matter how you look at it, the storm is what took beautiful Daisy away.

But it really was my fault. I got behind the wheel.

I did it.

The thought that would run through my head every morning. Every night. I don't think I can remember the last time I didn't think about the mistake that took away my girl in the blink of an eye.

Nightmares would consume me, and memories of blacking out would haunt me. The murky blue water filling my lungs as my body nearly shut down.

The smell of blood mixed with engine fuel filled my body before the water took it all away.

Including her.

Washed her beauty down the river and into the lake.

We looked for months before her empty casket was what we had to say goodbye to.

"..oore? Mr. Moore? What is the answer to number 7?"

"Huh?"

"The answer. To number 7. In your textbook."

"Oh. Uh- I don't know."

"Well maybe you can figure it out in detention. Get your slip after class. You'd do well to remember to not fall asleep in my classroom, Mr. Moore." My German teacher said.

Mrs. Tucker was the worse teacher I'd ever had. She rarely taught any form of German. When she did she would always pick me because its my fathers native tongue and I was born there. But I moved to America when I was 3 and I wasn't exactly fluent.

You'd think my dad would have taught me his native tongue but he's gone too.

Mrs. Tucker ended class with our homework assignments and then the bell rang.

"Mr. Moore? A word." Mrs. Tucker called.

"I'll see you at lunch, Zero." I told my friend before he left the classroom.

I walked up to Mrs. Tucker's desk and plopped down in the seat in front of hers.

"Aziel..." She started. I could already hear the disappointment and the dragging lecture in her tone. "Your failing my class. I'm afraid that if you fail this next test the football scholarship will no longer be an option for you."

Not an option? Not like anything I wished to happen would come true. But football was the only thing holding me down at the moment. I felt like without it I'd lose myself. It's already too hard to see everything for what it is. I need football, no matter how much it kills to be on that field.

"With all due respect, Mrs.Tucker, are you crazy or something? I have a 80 in this class. My grades are nowhere near slipping, not to mention failing. And to be honest, I couldn't be failing this class if I tried."

"And you've always been up for a challenge haven't you? Just like your father."

My father...?

"Nevertheless you are failing, Aziel. I don't know what 80 you were looking at, but it wasn't for this class. Pick it up or that scholarships gone."