As the morning sun rises to greet the foggy Texas day, there is a small boy getting ready to go to school. He is six years' old, 4'5 feet, and is getting dressed for school. His name is Nick Pasterneck. He is a fifth grader for Providence Elementary school. He puts on his little race car imaged shoes and look's in the mirror. He has short brown hair, blue eyes, little athletic build,
angular cheeks, and a little scar that goes from his left eyebrow to the top of his eye. He glanced at the scar and looked back as he got that wound.
Flashback: First P.O.V
I was that four days, and my family and I were going through a tunnel. My father, Frank Pasterneck, was driving our 1994 blue Lincoln Town Car. My mother, Jessica Pasterneck, was in the passenger seat reading a book for the travel. It was a famous car in the 1990's and most of their friends had that car. I was in the back seat looking out the window at the sides of the tunnel. We had a few more minutes until we reached the other side. As I was looking at the sides, I heard my father said something.
"I wonder how the dog is" dad said
"Oh, I'm sure he fine" mom said
I was confused at this since we didn't have a dog. I looked at my father with a confused expression with my head tilted to the side. I noticed that both my father and mother had a faint smile. I knew something was up, but didn't know what it was.
"What dog?" I said
"Oh" my father said amusedly, "Just that we knew how mu…AGHH"
My mother hit him on the shoulder to shut him up. She had a little angry look on her face. She looked up from her book and whispered in his ear. After a few seconds of that she released it and looked in the rear view mirror.
"Nothing, sweetheart. Just return to whatever you were doing, you'll figure it out once we get there." She said sweetly.
"Yea sport, nothing to worry about." Dad said as he nursed his ear.
I looked between the two of them, going back and forward looking at mom and dad. I wanted to say something when….
CRASH….