"Why are you crying?" Ms. Brour said. She asks some pretty dumb questions sometimes. Like, uh. Duh! My dad? I just told you! But to be nice, I just said, "My Dad. You know. I miss him. And I remember the accident. It's pretty scary. But at least my sister remembers. I'm not alone!" She asks what I'm talking about. "You mean my sister? She in the backseat! Don't act as if she's invisible! Can't you see! Your not blind! I'm assuming your not blind!" She looked scared. "Don't yell at me! Ok? I'm confused! Who is your sister? Why is she in the backseat? And why can't i see her either?" I don't know why she's acting so dumb. "She's not invisible! And I'm sorry for yelling. And I don't know why you can't see her! Did you even look?" So she looked behind her. She forgot about driving and felt all over the seats for her. I unbuckled so I could point to her. I was staring at my sister. I didn't understand why her eyes were so bulged out. Until I remembered. The accident. Then I turned around and saw a huge truck and yelled. Everything went black as I was thrown out the window.
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Sincerely, Melissa Lay