They gave me a week. One week to get over the worst possible thing that could have happened to me. One week to let go of the extreme loss I had just experienced. To pick myself back up and go back to my regular day life, just like everyone else. Get up, 5:00, go to school, 6:00, school ends, 1:00, go home, do homework or an after school activity till 3:00, chores till 5:00, dinner at 6:00, go to bed, 7:00. To once again wake up at 5:00. That's what every kid my age does. Over and over until we graduate. The graduating level is fourteen. I'm in level eleven. Only 4 more levels to get through. Only 4, without her. She is gone forever. He has a concussion and she is dead. That hardly seems fair. My sister was only eight. Our dad was driving her to her after school activity, dance. He hasn't gotten off the couch. He thinks it is his fault for her being dead. It's not. The driver was drunk. It's his fault. Police say an impact like that could have only cause a concussion, but they don't know for sure because the driver ran away. That selfish coward. Ran away from his own crime. He left my family to cry, to break into peices. They left us a week to glue them back together. That selfish coward. The selfish school. We are broken and they won't even help pick up the peices.
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Teen FictionFollow Callie as she faces the toughest thing in her life. Loss is hard. When her sister dies, her family falls apart. Her parents spiraling into depression, leaving her to pick up the pieces. Will she be able too? Or will she break and never be abl...
