Read more about Gabby in this story!

The blanket of snow that had fallen from the sky now laid peacefully, sparkling with the shine of the moon beaming onto it. Gabby stared out of her window, looking at the snow on the ground. Her parents, now arguing about what route they should take off the windy mountains, were anxious.
The roads were slippery and hazardous, and her parents were contemplating whether they were going to go down the mountain or stay until morning. The roads were deemed to be unsafe.
However, they believed that the roads were suitable to drive on, so they persisted on their route. Gabby, petrified, stared out her window, trying to ignore the steep mountains and the treachery they held.
The route they took was windy, and it seemed to never end. Her dad focussed on the road, not letting anything distract him. The trail was narrow, and surrounded by trees, and it presented no edge to keep them safe. Her dad, with sweat dripping off his forehead, lost control. He attempted to steer out of trouble, but he could not.
He screamed, ¨Hold on!¨, and both Gabby and her mother screamed at the upcoming tree. The accident was inevitable. The car, slammed into the tree, and the air bags imploded. The windscreen glass shattered, and Gabby? parents were thrown back into their seats.
The car was engulfed in flames, and Gabby made a desperate attempt to escape the car. It worked, and she crawled out of the car, and onto the freezing snow. She crawled several feet out, then turned back at her parents, who were still trapped in the car. She got up, but as soon as she did, the car? engine exploded, sending the car parts and Gabby back onto the snow.
She screamed and sobbed, sitting their in the snow, wishing she had made an attempt to save them. Stranded, now, she continued to sob, ignoring the freezing cold. She was now burdened with the knowledge that she could have done something. She looked away, and she couldn´t bare to see the wreckage that was formerly her parents, who had loved her.
She recalled the times after school when she would come home and open the door, smelling the aroma of freshly baked cookies prepared by her parents. She recalled her first piano lesson from her mother, while her dad watched them both proudly.
Her parents proudly watching her accomplish mastering the piano and singing, becoming an amazing piano player. But the memories faded out, being replaced by the overwhelming situation she was now presented with. She couldn't even think of her parents anymore, as it would only agonize her. The next day, upon the fire? halt, she opened the car, and found her mom? purse, destroyed. She sifted through it, trying to find a cellphone. She poked around, and finally found it. She dialed for help, and she was eventually reached.
The police had brought her to her grandparent? house, where she would now have to live in. The accident had occurred when she was 12, and for the rest of the year she was mute. She ignored the world around her, and nothing existed to her. Just the repeating image of the car and the snow, the peaceful day turning into the worst day of her life.
Her voice was sparked back up when her grandparents bought a piano, something she hadn't thought of. The piano was placed in the corner of the living room, behind all the furniture.
She ran her hand over the dark wood, and then looked at the keys. She placed her fingers on the own keys, forming proper posture. She began playing Fur Elise, a song she had learned for a recital. She nailed the song, making no mistakes. She smiled at the returning talent she had once, and still does, on the piano.
She played Moonlight Sonata, once again, nailed the song. The sounds vibrated throughout the house, and her grandparents came down to notice her. Continuing with the piano, she was now singing. She recalled the recital she had entered, and her blowing the crowd away with the audience.
Her parents cheered when she finished, and she smiled back at them. The only thing that had brought her any sort of happiness was her piano, and it was back now. She began practicing, hoping to attain the prior talent she had. However, after the long absence without a piano, it was difficult.
However, she did have a lot of talent. One month after receiving the piano, she decided to enter a recital. The recital meant a lot to her, as she was doing it for her parents. She remembered the only downside to her piano playing, which was stage fright. It was hard to look at the audience, and she would freeze up. She remembered an old recital that she had partaked in, and how she couldn’t play.
But this is different. She knew her parents would be watching her. The countless hours of practice prior the recital allowed her to perfect her playing. The days leading up to the recital triggered her nerves. She was afraid the stage fright incident would reoccur.
The day of the recital was perhaps the most nervous day of her life. She prepared herself in a bright pink dress, and put her hair in a pony tail. Her grandparents smiled at her outfit when she exitted her room, all dressed up.
As the car started, and the engine roared, she moved closer and closer to the destination. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, and closed her eyes. She tried to forget the nerve racking recital that she would be partaking in.
When they arrived, she walked through the double doors, and saw adults and kids, talking and having fun. The speakers announced that the piano recital would commence shortly. The adults took their seats, happy and proud of their kids. The kids took their turns playing the piano. The older children had much more experience, and therefore played better. Gabby wanted to prove that age is irrelevant to the piano playing skill. Today would be the chance to prove herself.
The speakers announced that Gabby White would now be playing piano. She walked onto the stage, smiling. She was determined to reach her goal, and prove her point. This was for her parents that had been unfairly taken from her.
She sat down on the piano, preparing to play piano. She put her fingers onto the piano, looking at the black and white keys that she had became friends with. She began to play the songs that she practiced.
Her performance was brilliant, with no mistakes. The audience and the people playing stared at her playing out of complete awe. They were shocked at the young piano player who had lost everything, now showing her success in the art of piano.
When she hit the final key, the audience stood up, applauding her for her success. She had overcome the stage fright that once restrained her from showing her talent. She had broken through it, now showing her true talent. She knew that this would be the first of many.