Accident - Ch.1 out of 2

We were almost ready to leave, and when I mean we, I mean myself and Peter. My name is Violet, and this is my life.

I was heading toward my friend, Peter, house. He is my best friend and we are going to the movies together like a date. My friend was bugging me about going out with Peter so I asked him to go to the movies with me. We are going to watch Wolverine Orgins. It suppose to be excellent! I got to Peter's house and I knocked on the door.
"Hello Violet! Come in. I'm almost ready. Just wait for five more minutes." then he walked upstairs.
Peter is the number one guy girls would want to go out with. He is the captain of the football team, the hockey team, and the basketball team. Every girl in the school would fight to go out with him, no wonder why!
"Okay Violet! I'm ready." Peter declared happily.
We headed outside and went to the Mustang. We got in and the first thing I did is to put my seat belt on. Peter went out of the driveway and headed down the road.
"Uh, Peter? Are you suppose to speed up to 75? This road is only 55." I softly said.
"Well, I want to get to the theater quickly so we can get a good spot."
"Could you please slow down a bit and please put your seat belt on!" I yelled at Peter.
While we were talking I heard a horn. I looked out the windshield and there was a Dodge truck coming towards us.
"Peter-!" the only word came out.
Then I blacked out.
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My vision was blurry then I woke up. I was in a bed in the hospital. There was a paper on the bed with my name, address, age, and blood type. Just turning eighteen sucks. Then a doctor came in.
"What happened? Where's Peter?" I was almost to weak to say.
"You and Peter was in a car wreck, and well, Peter is dead. You were out for a week and was lucky you were lucky to be alive. Peter was under critical condition and died one hour later. Your car was really tangled up."
"I can't believe this bad luck! I told Peter to slow down and wear a seat belt, but no he didn't listen. Oh! Is my parents ticked off?" I was starting to cry.
"Well not really. They were more worried than anything. Do you want to see your parents?"
"Sure."
The doctor was out for fifteen minutes, alone in this quiet, dreadful room. The only thoughts was Peter and the wreck.
"Violet? Oh you're okay! Oh thank God. I thought you wouldn't make it!" mom said almost to a cry.

"Violet. I'm not mad. I'm just glad you listen t my advice about wearing your seat belt. I'm so proud of you!" dad came over and hugged me.
"Thanks mom and dad. Just don't sit on my right leg, I think it's broken." I almost screamed.
"I'll leave. I need to speak to the doctor about your leg. See you baby." mom left.
"I'll leave too. Bye sweetie." dad left.
For the first time in years, I actually wanted to die. Just wait until school, even worse.
I finally got out of the hospital. I stayed there for another week. There was two days of school left and I was the one that people going to go nuts around.
I got on the school bus , fist on, and sat in the back seat. I really hated crutches but I got the seat to myself. My friends started to get on the bus and they saw me.
"Violet! Your alive. People is really mad that the best player died. Was you involved-." Amanda stopped.
"No! Peter was the one speeding and he had no seat belt on. He would have a greater chance of survival but he didn't listen." I finally cooled down a bit.
"Sorry Violet. I shouldn't temp you. You went through the hardest. If anyone tries to hurt your feelings, I will help you. That's what friends are for." Amanda started to cheer up.
"Thanks for the support Amanda."