Crash
Fetcher's pov
I had spent yesterday with my sister Pamela Katsopolis Tanner, my brother in law Danny , and my nieces DJ, Stephanie and Michelle. I'm eleven, but in high school in an Advanced Natural Talents program for my knack for anything artsy. DJ is ten, Steph is 5 and Michelle is six months old. I am the youngest of three, with Pammy, then 5 years later Jesse, the hair obsessed Elvis afficcionado; and me fourteen years later. Along with American, my family is italian on my Ma Irene's side, and Greek on my Pop's Nick's side.
At school, I have a tight group of friends; music prodigy Chyna Parks, computer prodigy Angus Chestnut, and my girlfriend and memory prodigy Olive Doyle. She has an eidetic memory, and remembers everything. There are some things she wishes she could forget, and I could relate, especially what went down next in my life. It started when the phone rang. My Ma dropped the phone and fell to the ground sobbing, managing to choke out as Pop, Jess and I looked at her in worry and fear
"It's Pammy. She was hit by a drunk driver. She's gone."
