Artie and I had been dating all summer. I was so in love with him. I still am.
School was starting in a month and I couldn't wait to walk down the halls with him at my side.
That day, I was going over to his house. He had been gone for two weeks and he had just gotten back from the beach that morning.
His grandmother gave him Green Day Rock Band while he was there and he wanted me to try it out with him.
I was so I excited to see him after such a long period of time that I wasn't really watching where I was going.
I pulled around the corner, and suddenly I realized the brakes weren't working.
A car came around the corner, the driver clearly drunk even though it was only 7:30 at night.
I tried to swerve, but I couldn't in time, and he hit me.
I remember screaming loudly, the sound ringing in my ears, as my head hit the windshield, shattering the glass.
And then everything went black.