I never knew my father, not that it really mattered much. It was just my mom and I. That is how it had always been, and that's how all it always would be, or so I thought. There is always something in life that screws up every expectation that you have. Mine was the car accident that killed my mother.

After all these years, I can still remember that day. It was late October and the leaves were just beginning to fall of the trees in our small North Dakota town. I was late for school again and my mom agreed to drive me. I threw everything that I would need in my backpack and headed out the doors with my mom on my heals.

"You are going to be late" She told me in a stressed voice. She was generally quite carefree, but when she got angry, you better have watched out.

"I know!" I replied, annoyed. She had a horrible habit of stating the obvious.

We jumped into the cars and headed out towards the school. I turned on my iPod and blasted the music so that I couldn't hear the speech that she was most likely attempting to give me. Soon, we pulled up to the big brick building that I had grown to hate. It was the most ugly thing that I have ever seen. It was just a huge block with a bunch of windows. It was so depressing. It also didn't help that I only had one friend. I was in my senior year, taking all advanced courses and only 16. Almost everyone hated me because of it, except for Emma. She was the only reason that I didn't just graduate already and head out to University. She accepted me for who I was. We did everything together. I gazed towards the doors of my school to see her leaning against one of the railings waving at me.

"Got to go Mom, Emma's waiting for me!" I said as I opened the door of the SUV.

"Bye, honey. Have fun!" She answered before driving off.

Those were the last words that my mom had ever spoken to me.

My day went pretty normal. I had an advanced class that I daydreamed through, another advanced class that I doodled through and finally another advanced class that I napped through. If I didn't have 100% in every one of them, my teachers would have most likely have said something. They don't, because I am Lily Summers, the most brilliant student to ever walk these halls. Not to brag or anything, but I think that I could teach my teachers better than they could ever teach me. Even though I was bored out of my mind, I sat through every class and never skipped a single day.

Finally, lunch arrived. I fought my way through the lunch line and bought a sandwich to eat. All the other food here was way to greasy to even attempt to digest. By the time I made it to my table, Emma was already there.

"What up?" She asked, pushing her curly brown hair behind her ears. She hated the way it always landed in her face. I wished that my hair was that curly. Nope, it was as straight as a ruler and a sort of dirty blondish colour that I inherited from my mom.

"Not much," I replied, unwrapping my food, "Mr. Marshal was more boring than usual. I took a nap"

We then continued on with our relatively boring table talk. It was just like every other day until a voice came over the intercom.

"Lily Summers, please report to the office, Lily Summers."

Emma looked at me, her face as confused as mine.

"Why were you called to the office?"

"I don't know," I answered, "Maybe it's something to do with sleeping through my classes. Want to come with me?"

"Sure, why not?"

We through the rest of our food into the garbage and headed out towards the office.

We were not the only ones there when we arrived. There were a couple of police officers as well as a young woman in a very professional clothes. The principal, Mr. Kindam, was also standing there, looking quite nervous, although he was the one who greeted us.

"Miss Summers and Miss Johnson, welcome," His voice was very different from the last time we had spoken. It seemed almost... weak.

"Hello, Mr. Kindam." Emma and I replied in unison.

One of the very buff (and quite good looking) police officers stepped forward.

"Miss Summers, may please have a work in private?"

That is when I started to get scared. I have never spoken to a police officer in my life, let alone all by myself. Until then, I just assumed they were not there to see me. I thought it was for some drug arrest or something. I could see the same thoughts pass though Emma's eyes.

"Umm... Okay." I said, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

"Follow me."

The police officer began to walk towards Mr. Kindman's office. I turned towards Emma, who managed an encouraging smile.

The officer than opened the door and sat down in the huge spinning chair behind the desk. He then proceeded to motion for me to take a seat in one of the chair opposite to it.

"Miss Summers, I am Officer Frank Rickdale. I am very sorry to inform you that there was car accident on main street this afternoon involving an SUV and a pickup truck. No one survived."