• The lightening brightened the sky as the storm rolled and the thunder crashed on the night of her family’s crash. She couldn’t believe it, all of them, dead.
    -Sure, sometimes I wished they would drop dead so then they would leave me alone, but this…this is not what I wanted. I wanted them to leave me alone not to actually die. I keep thinking they’ll walk in and say that they’re alright and that it was someone else’s family that died. It’s mean, I know but I just wish they would come back. I can’t go live with someone else and I can’t live alone without my family. I’m only thirteen and I can’t get a job yet so I can’t support myself. I suppose all I have to do is ask the court to send me to live with Aunt Marsha and Uncle Phil. They always have to work or they’re always traveling. They’re never home for more than two hours at a time; it’ll be easy to get privacy. The question is whether they’ll let me stay with them. God, I hope so! - She thought. She had her plan now so she wouldn’t break down yet. She would pull this through to the end!
    Four years later…
    She barely stopped the tears that flowed from her eyes that flowed from her eyes as she woke up from the same nightmare that haunted her every time the anniversary of their crash came around. She saw their accident every time she closed her eyes. By now she’d gotten used to it. She used to think she was cursed by God because after two years her aunt and uncle passed away, but when the counselor, AKA the toilet seat by half the school population because of his seriously bad bald spot that made it look his head was a toilet seat, told her if she kept saying that then they would kick her out of that crappy excuse for a catholic school.
    Yes, as unbelievable as it was she had to go to catholic school because her even crappier excuses for foster parents were priests and ex-nuns. Go figure, the girl who was never baptized and is said to be “in the hands of Satan for not being cleansed by the good Lord” by her foster fakers (she calls them that because after the social worker left they immediately said,” Do you regret adopting a daughter not baptized, yet?”) was forced to go to a catholic school, “to cleanse your soul as well as your mind” they said when she asked why she had to go, where all the teachers gave her dirty looks. They probably did that, because her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend told them of how she wasn’t baptized by the good lord’s hand. Whatever, if he wasn’t the most charming guy in school (he always charmed her out of dumping his butt) she would’ve left him.