My free choice writing! =) March 28, 2010

The day that changed my life.

When I was twelve years old, my life changed. My sister and I were fighting over who was going to sit in the front seat of the car. “Will you two hurry up?” mum yelled, “We are going to be late for your aunt’s birthday party!” With a defeated look, my sixteen year old sister Lauren shrank into the back seat, folded her arms and glared out the window. Triumphant, I jumped into the car and turned my I pod on. An hour later, Lauren finally unfolded her arms and asked if she could listen to a song. I put my head to one side pretending to consider, “Please Kate?” Lauren asked. “Kate, just give her the I pod!” mum said sternly. Reluctantly, I handed it over and with a smug look, Lauren put the speakers really loud and put on a song I hated. I got out my phone and started to text my best friend, Chloe. About half an hour later, it was around seven p.m and had gotten really dark. In the back seat, Lauren yawned. I hadn’t noticed, but mum was yawning too, her eyes drooping. I was about to tell her to maybe stop into a motel, when a huge THUMP! Cut my sentence of. Mum’s eyes flew open and she franticly tried to steer our swerving car back onto the road. The last thing that I remembered was Laurens ear piercing scream.

I woke up to a white roof, looking around, I realised that I was in a hospital. I pulled the tubes from my nose and tried to get up but the unbelievable pain in my ribs stopped me. I tried to move my legs but they wouldn’t work. I began to yell as it started to come back to me; mum asleep … the car swerving … Lauren screaming. Dad came running to me and hugged me hard, hurting my ribs again but I didn’t care, I was just so glad to see him. “Dad!” exclaimed, “Where are mum and Lauren?” he eyes welled up, “Mum’s fine but Lauren … she’s not doing so well,” the tears started to fall, “She broke both legs, all of her ribs and her face is-” dad couldn’t talk anymore, he was sobbing uncontrollably. I was astounded; I couldn’t move enough to put my arms around his neck. “But … mum was just tired, she didn’t mean to I mean… she… ” I burst out crying too, I couldn’t believe it; “When can I see Lauren?” I asked. “You can’t; your right leg is broken and your ribs are all fractured, some broken” “What?” I exclaimed I looked down at my leg; it was hanging in a weird hammock thing above my bed. I lay back, stunned and that’s when I heard an ear piercing scream from next door. Dad ran out and then I heard him scream too. Ten minutes later, Mum and Dad came back to me. “Lauren’s dead,” mum said.

It was two weeks since that day and Lauren’s funeral. I walked toward her coffin with mum at my side and dad on her other side. The service had been just what Lauren would have wanted; simple and elegant. I was suddenly suffocated with family and friends all fighting their way through the crowd to hug me; it took all my strength not to burst out crying. Today had been a day that I never thought would come; I didn’t think that at 12 years old I would be burying me big sister.

By Erin!

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