All I remember from that night was screaming and the sound of breaking glass and the squeal of tires. I remember the fear- hearing these things, but unable to see what was going on. I was in pain. My sister was in pain. But in the front seat, our parents were very quiet. Suspiciously quiet. I remember the next few days went by in a blur- my drunk father escorted us home. Obviously, we did not all get there. The doctors expressed no sympathy when they told us our parents had died. My mother's head came clean off her shoulders- the seatbelt decapitated her. My father had an impressive sized piece of the windshield that had gone right through him. This was three years ago. Since then, we've been adopted.
"Anneliese! Time for school, let's go!"
Anneliese woke with a start. The voice of her father sounded downstairs, along with the bustle of her new siblings. Today was her first day at the local high school, and hr stomach churned. She got up and got ready, allowing her brown locks to fall naturally over her shoulders. Going downstairs, she stretched. "Good morning, Odette," giggling Emily, her adoptive sister. Anneliese scoffed. "You know I haven't danced as Odette in years. Pass the orange juice?"
It was true- she was a dancer, but after all the drama went down, she hadn't danced. Their father urged them along. "We can't make Anneliese late on her first day! Let's go!"
At the school, Anneliese held her breath. It was huge. Students swarmed every which way. Emily patted her shoulder. "Well, I gotta get to class. Good luck!"