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As she got out of the car, she realized what had just happened. With hot tears running down her cheeks she started running, running as fast as she could, trying to escape thoughts of what has just happened. She looked back for a couple of seconds. Looking at the wreckage of the car. Why didn't he pick me? Why did he let them die? My parents. She was Sabrina, Sabrina Liston.
A few weeks later Sabrina woke up to the sound of birds twittering cheerfully right outside her window. Where was she? No time to think, her grandmother walked in. ‘Hello my darling, what a lovely day isn't it? Get your clothes on and come downstairs and eat some breakfast! Afterwards we can go and have a nice long walk, it might also be time to bring your parents some new flowers,
we can pick them on the way’. And she went back downstairs. Sabrina lay in bed for a minute or so repeatedly telling herself to put herself together and that there were others in the world with much worse lives. Her thoughts then went to the cute guy who said he would text. Which ofcourse he didn't. She got out of bed, put on a pair of jeans, her sneakers, her David Bowie t-shirt and went downstairs. Sabrina let her grandmother feed her. She hadn't eaten much since the accident. After breakfast, Sabrina and her grandmother went for their walk. They walked through fields of daisies, buttercups, iris', they even saw a few tulips. By the end of their flowery journey, Sabrina had organized a beautifull bouqet of colourfull blooms. Suddenly out of nowhere her grandmother said: ‘You know, they would be proud of you. Well, they were proud of you’. Sabrina brightened and said to her grandmother: ‘Granny, I think I'll run’. She ran as fast as she could, holding the flowers in one hand. It felt so great; freedom. When she got there she put the flowers on her parents’ grave and started talking to them. About school, how she missed them and even about that cute boy she danced with at school prom. After letting it all out, she felt so relieved she started crying, and cried and cried. I guess this was more of a sign of letting it go, starting anew. As she walked away she heard a beep, her phone! There was a text; Meet me at the local pizzeria, Friday night, seven. XOX Tom.





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karen said...
Dec. 23, 2008 at 7:30 pm
I really liked the smoothness in the way you write.
There seems to be a book missing that fits into the middle.. I am looking forward to reading it some day..
 
latifaaa said...
Dec. 22, 2008 at 9:34 am
*stunned* Your story is amazing! It makes me really happy :) I'm going to send it to my best friend Lee. I'm sure she would like it too! I gave it 5 stars! Keep on writing!!
 
Maroua said...
Dec. 10, 2008 at 10:37 pm
You've got some great talent here Isadora G! :D I think your best friend Maroua would be proud of you ;) Anyway I loveeeeee writing english, hihi :D I've voted for you again! 5 STARS !! HUGS
 
Thomas Olive said...
Dec. 3, 2008 at 6:48 pm
.......I had to take a breath after reading this story...amazing how much info ...it was like a running train stuffed with deep colors..Keep on going...i tell you. here in China(where i live with my parents)its rather difficult to find some good literature,so THX...
 
Carlos said...
Dec. 4, 2008 at 10:19 pm
Fantastic story! so full of life and hope.Young writers need for sure to read this one. By reading it I could feel myself walking in those fields surrounded by beautiful flowers and peace
 
Roos said...
Dec. 4, 2008 at 8:04 pm
Wauw!
 
Anna said...
Dec. 1, 2008 at 7:03 pm
I loved the completeness of this story, that it had a beginning a middle and an end; and that your heroine managed to pull her self out of this ghastly trauma in such a real way.
 
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