Swing Life Away, chapter 1
There was a flash of light, the honking of a car horn, and then it was over. I looked over from the passenger's seat of the black Toyota and there, right in front of me was a tangled mass of limbs that I once called my sister.
I sat there in shock. In the distance I could hear sirens among the screaming. It might have been me screaming, I don't know. All I knew was that there was no reason for the ambulance to bother coming.
***
Later that night, I lay in bed under the stiff, containing sheets. But I wasn't sleeping. Could you? No I wasn't sleep. I was thinking. I was thinking of all the times that my sister had woken me up to watch an old movie on TV, or because it was snowing. I was thinking about how that would never happen again. Then, in a wave of tearful emotion, a single solemn though came into my head before I could stop it. "I can't stay here."
Without a moments he'sitation I had jumped out of bed and was packing a
Bag. After a second though I realized that in order to ride my bike to the bus station, the bag would have to have straps. I then proceeded to dump the contents out of my backpack and onto my bed.
I packed only the necessities. A few pair of jeans, t-shirts, underwear, and some cash. I pulled on my Chucks and threw on a sweatshirt over my pajamas.
I crept downstairs to write my parents a note explaining why I was leaving and that I would be back for Christmas. I carefully unlocked the front door and slipped out of the house.
As I got my bike out of the garage I looked at my house one last time. It really was a beautiful house. With red brick and yellow vinyl siding.
With tears in my eyes I pushed off of the driveway and started for the bus station.
***
I guess I should stop for a minute to explains, you must be dreadfully confused. My name is Katherine Marie Lasine, but you can call me Kate. I was born May 16, 1991 to Sam and Sue of the middle of nowhere, NC. My sister, Sarah Elizabeth Lasine, went by Lizzy. She was born twenty-five months before me, on April 25, 1989.
However interesting you might think my family history to be, I won't go into that just yet. There are more interesting things to talk about first. Like Lizzy getting her drivers license. She was a very good driver. She never caused a wreck, she always obeyed the speed limit, and she never drove drunk. Well, almost never.
On one cold February night, her current boyfriend called to say that they couldn't see each other anymore.
Lizzy and I had gone out for ice cream and that's when it happened. Her dumbass boyfriend stood there ordering a large chocolate ice cream. Next to him stood a tall blonde with big boobs.
Next thing I knew we were in a bar ordering shots of vodka. Two bottles later we were stumbling out into the parking lot.
Lizzy had gotten a fake ID for Christmas from her, now ex, boyfriend. Normally I would've taken the keys away before we started drinking, but this time I decided that Lizzy was responsible enough.
As we climbed into her car however, it didn't appear that either one of us had too much common sense about us.
As Lizzy drove the car out into the thick Friday night traffic, only one though came into my mine. "This is so much better then ice cream."
I sat there in shock. In the distance I could hear sirens among the screaming. It might have been me screaming, I don't know. All I knew was that there was no reason for the ambulance to bother coming.
***
Later that night, I lay in bed under the stiff, containing sheets. But I wasn't sleeping. Could you? No I wasn't sleep. I was thinking. I was thinking of all the times that my sister had woken me up to watch an old movie on TV, or because it was snowing. I was thinking about how that would never happen again. Then, in a wave of tearful emotion, a single solemn though came into my head before I could stop it. "I can't stay here."
Without a moments he'sitation I had jumped out of bed and was packing a
Bag. After a second though I realized that in order to ride my bike to the bus station, the bag would have to have straps. I then proceeded to dump the contents out of my backpack and onto my bed.
I packed only the necessities. A few pair of jeans, t-shirts, underwear, and some cash. I pulled on my Chucks and threw on a sweatshirt over my pajamas.
I crept downstairs to write my parents a note explaining why I was leaving and that I would be back for Christmas. I carefully unlocked the front door and slipped out of the house.
As I got my bike out of the garage I looked at my house one last time. It really was a beautiful house. With red brick and yellow vinyl siding.
With tears in my eyes I pushed off of the driveway and started for the bus station.
***
I guess I should stop for a minute to explains, you must be dreadfully confused. My name is Katherine Marie Lasine, but you can call me Kate. I was born May 16, 1991 to Sam and Sue of the middle of nowhere, NC. My sister, Sarah Elizabeth Lasine, went by Lizzy. She was born twenty-five months before me, on April 25, 1989.
However interesting you might think my family history to be, I won't go into that just yet. There are more interesting things to talk about first. Like Lizzy getting her drivers license. She was a very good driver. She never caused a wreck, she always obeyed the speed limit, and she never drove drunk. Well, almost never.
On one cold February night, her current boyfriend called to say that they couldn't see each other anymore.
Lizzy and I had gone out for ice cream and that's when it happened. Her dumbass boyfriend stood there ordering a large chocolate ice cream. Next to him stood a tall blonde with big boobs.
Next thing I knew we were in a bar ordering shots of vodka. Two bottles later we were stumbling out into the parking lot.
Lizzy had gotten a fake ID for Christmas from her, now ex, boyfriend. Normally I would've taken the keys away before we started drinking, but this time I decided that Lizzy was responsible enough.
As we climbed into her car however, it didn't appear that either one of us had too much common sense about us.
As Lizzy drove the car out into the thick Friday night traffic, only one though came into my mine. "This is so much better then ice cream."
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