Chapter One
Tear's streaked my face as I held my mother's hand. We were sitting in the hospital, half an hour after she was hit by a truck driver that ran a red light.
"Zoey. I need you to promise me something," she whispered. Her eyes were closed and her once tan skin was a white.
"Anything," I told her with tears in my brown eyes. I got those from her. My olive skin also comes from her. Not much from my dad except my blonde highlights among my light brown hair.
"Take care of Miley. Stay in school. Work at the library. Ms. Brooks will allow you to get all of the wasted books. Promise?" Her blue eyes opened.
"Of course. Anything for you," I answered. My tight grip on her hand went stiff as she closed her eyes. Quickly, I glanced at the monitor's line that represented her heartbeat.
My mom and that line have something in common. They both went dead that night.