After I woke up in the hospital and for many years after that I tried looking for the boy. I didn't want to think that he died. I knew in the back of my mind he died in the fire, but I still continued to look for him. I wanted to thank him for saving me. If he wouldn't have told me not to go I wouldn't have been saved. No one from that day seemed to rememeber a boy. My parents tried to insure me there was no one with me when I was pulled out. I spent nights screaming and crying because he was left in there to die. Through all this my parents got a divorce because my dad couldn't handle my screaming and crying. He told me that it wasn't my fault, but I knew that it was. The town after several years deemed me crazy, and didn't speak to me.
Chapter two
Eleven years later
I woke up to the sunshine hitting my face. I glanced at my clock and then quickly jumped out of bed. I was late again. "Crap!" I fumbled out of the tangle of sheets. I through on some jeans and a long sleeve sweater. I went to the mirror and there was a heep of black mess on top of my head. I pulled a brush through it until it looked halfway decent. I took my phone off the charger and through it in my bag. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my bag, and ran down the stairs. I could hear my father and his liquor bottles in the kitchen. I ignored it and flew out the front door, just in time to see the bus leaving towards the school. I cursed and through down my bag.
I sat down on the sidewalk, and breathed a sigh. "Do you need a ride?" I looked up and saw a guy in a huge truck. "Are you going to the highschool?" He nodded his head. I was confused because he was talking to me and not laughing. The boy looked about my age. Maybe he was new, but I didn't dare ask him. The truck was hard to get into. I had to jump just to reach the step. I am seventeen, but only five foot two. He drove to the student parking lot. The ride was silent and a little ackward. When we got there I had a difficult time. Jumping out of his truck was the scariest thing ever. I closed my eyes until I felt my feet hit the ground. I locked his door and then shut it. I glanced over at him threw the window.
Chapter two
Eleven years later
I woke up to the sunshine hitting my face. I glanced at my clock and then quickly jumped out of bed. I was late again. "Crap!" I fumbled out of the tangle of sheets. I through on some jeans and a long sleeve sweater. I went to the mirror and there was a heep of black mess on top of my head. I pulled a brush through it until it looked halfway decent. I took my phone off the charger and through it in my bag. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I grabbed my bag, and ran down the stairs. I could hear my father and his liquor bottles in the kitchen. I ignored it and flew out the front door, just in time to see the bus leaving towards the school. I cursed and through down my bag.
I sat down on the sidewalk, and breathed a sigh. "Do you need a ride?" I looked up and saw a guy in a huge truck. "Are you going to the highschool?" He nodded his head. I was confused because he was talking to me and not laughing. The boy looked about my age. Maybe he was new, but I didn't dare ask him. The truck was hard to get into. I had to jump just to reach the step. I am seventeen, but only five foot two. He drove to the student parking lot. The ride was silent and a little ackward. When we got there I had a difficult time. Jumping out of his truck was the scariest thing ever. I closed my eyes until I felt my feet hit the ground. I locked his door and then shut it. I glanced over at him threw the window.
