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I stood with crutches, a neck brace, a nose bandage and an eye patch. I stared at the caskets as they were being lowered into the ground. The third to last coffin I knew was Emma’s. I started crying but tears only came out of my right eye. My parents tried comforting me but I shook them off. The chilly early winter sun sent a shiver through my spine. I thought about the day the crash happened and how Emma and those other kids had such an unfortunate fate. I stil remember that day as clear as ice. “Addison! Addison!” My sister Sarah waved her arms in front of my face. I dropped the drumsticks and closed my binder full of drum sheets. “What do you want?” I said lousily. “Mom wants you to come up for dinner.” She bounded back up the stairs. I sighed and spun around on my stool …show more content…

“Gahhh!” He jumped and immediately took off his head gear. I laughed and told him it was time for dinner. “Do it more subtle next time.” He mumbled. He followed behind me and down the stairs. “Welcome Collin! I see you’ve come out of your cave” Mom said pleasantly. Collin grunted in response. She chuckled and cut the chicken into portions. I scooped one spoonful of salad into my plate. “Mom, can Katie come over tomorrow to play?” Sarah asked. Katie was practically Sarah’s twin. “Well I have to drive Addi to soccer at 5, so she can come after school until 4:40.” She said. “Yay!” She squealed. I rolled my eyes and shoved salad into my mouth. After dinner, I finished up my homework and immediately jumped into bed. I thought about school tomorrow, and what will happen. I like to think about the events of the next day. And before I knew it, the morning sun was up. RING! RING! RING! I slammed my hand on top of the clock and rolled out of bed. I fell onto the floor in agony. I dragged myself to my closet and picked out some jeans and a sweatshirt. I looked at the clock, and then I realized it was already