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//chapter one//

     It was a normal Sunday morning. I was laying half awake in my bed, my cool comforter tucked around me. The red numbers on my digital clock read 7:26 - I have a habit of getting up earlier than most teens my age. Yeah, I'm just weird like that. 
     Out of nowhere, the doorbell rang. I groaned and rolled out of bed in my camp t-shirt and sweats. Who the heck was coming to my house at 7:30 in the morning? As I walked down the hall, I noticed that my parents hadn't ever came home from the party with my uncle last night. I cocked my head. They'd promised that they'd be home when I woke up. Yet, their bed was empty.
     When I reached the door, a man in a police uniform greeted me.
     "Are you Miss Caroline Evans?" He asked.
     "Yeah, call me Cara," I said, offering him my hand. He gripped it and shook it firmly.
     "I'm officer Simmson. I'm afraid I have some grim news." His expression was pained, his eyes full of sorrow. My stomach flipped. I was home alone, and a police officer was at my door with 'bad news.' Oh boy.
     "May I come in?" He asked.
     "Uhm, yeah, sure," I said. I felt uncomfortable letting him into my house, but what was I supposed to do? Say no?
     "Miss Evans," he started.
     "Call me Cara." I interrupted.
     "Okay, Miss Cara. Your parents left the house at 10:30 last night to attend a party? Correct?" 
     "Yes, sir. With my uncle." I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I was wishing he was just get to the point. The officer sighed.
     "This is never easy to say, Miss Cara. But your parents... Your parents were killed in a car accident at approximately 2:45 this morning. They left the party drunk..." That was the last thing I heard. Everything went fuzzy as he continued to explain, although it seemed as if I didn't hear. He was lying. He must be. There was no way this happened. No way at all. A million thoughts swirled in my head, too quickly for me to process any of them.
     "N-no," I stuttered, cutting him off from whatever he had been saying. "There's... there's been a mistake. Y-you-you've got t-the wrong p-p-person." I stood up and gripped his wrist, attempting to get him out of my house. At the moment, I didn't really give a damn whether he was a police officer or not. I shoved him towards the door.
     "Caroline Evans, I am sorry, but I am telling the 100 percent truth. Now, I'd like you to come to the station with me to plan custody arrangements with your aunt Gloria." He huffed. Tears welled in my eyes and my knees wobbled; I was feeling dizzy. The last thing I remember is kneeling to the ground and throwing up on the entryway floor.


What do you think? I know it's super depressing now, but.. you know. :P It'll get better. Fave&Comment <3 P.S. - title suggestions?

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XxEmmygrl050xX · 1 decade ago
you should call it "w
Why Me?"
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xtruexlovex · 1 decade ago
this story is going to be amazing(: i followed yoou(:
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the_doll_face · 1 decade ago
agreed with sofia
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sofiapaez · 1 decade ago
love it!:)
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