I do not own Night World…yet. :)
-Anna's POV-
I gently closed the door and almost broke into tears. There were beer cans, tissues, chip bags, and all sorts of other junk foods all over the floor. I had cleaned the house spotless just last night and it had been clean this morning before I had left for school.
When I heard the noises (A/N: You should be able to guess what this is) coming from my parent's (now just my father's) room, I almost groaned loud enough to be heard. Instead, I just quietly ran o my room, throwing myself onto my bed. I was sick and tired of my dad having tramps over every afternoon.
I'm 16 years old, a sophomore in high school, and I take care of the house! My mom had died when I was 14, and it's been this way ever since….
*FLASH BACK*
"Ok….I'll race ya!" Mom yells. Not even waiting for an answer, she says, "3…2…1…GO!"
We both run for the light blue convertible bug that we love.
"I win!" I cheer, putting my hand on the bugs trunk.
"Nuh-unh! You only won because you don't have this cart!" She childishly stuck her tongue out at me and I broke into a fit of giggles. We loaded up the groceries, then hopped into the car.
Once in the car, we put our sunglasses on, rolled down the windows and top, and the turned up the radio.
"Our Song" by Taylor Swift was on and Mom and I LOVED that song. So, we blared the radio and sang at the top of our lungs while driving down Main Street.
"Our song is a slammin' screen doors
Sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your Momma don't know"
We came to a red light and stopped, still singing at the top of our lungs, even when a red convertible, full of cute guys about 2 years older than me, pulled up to my right. They started honking their car horn and catcalling, cheering at our singing
"And when I got home, 'fore I said Amen
Askin' God if he, could play it agaiiii-iiiin, play it agaiii-iii-ii-iin
Oh yea, Huh-oh yea"
The light turned green, and, so, I waved and winked to the guys, who all whined and yelled see ya. As we rounded the corner, I saw the semi before I realized what was going to happened
"I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote dow-"
And the semi-truck ran into us.
He hit my mom's side, dead on.
My mom looked right at me, and said with her last dying breath, "I love you Annabel Maylie Winters." And then her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
I screamed bloody murder, crying for her to come back. And I blacked out, just as I could hear the sirens of an ambulance.
*END OF FLASH BACK*