Wicked
Chapter 1
Okay, lets get this introduction over with. Well, my name is Phoebe Monroe and I am 14 years old. Today is December 27, 2009. Exactly a week after the death of both my parents. This is what happened...
We were on our way to the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport to visit Mom's mom or in other words my grandmother. She lives all the way in Transylvania, Romania. It was dark and quiet. Which was very bizarre for Phoenix. All of a sudden I saw a bright light heading our way at a very high speed. When I finally realized what it was, it had struck both of my parents but left me unhurt. It was one of those big black Ford trucks with 5 little orange lights at top. I reacted quickly and took my mom's cell phone and dialed 911. Without even looking at Mom and Dad I knew they were...not alive anymore.
When the paramedics and police arrived, I was completely calm. They were a little caught off guard that they didn't find me crying and screaming. They were still telling me that everything was going to be fine. The thing is that they were trying to keep me busy by filling out my name and stuff. I wasn't even trying to pay attention to them anymore. I was just thinking about a dream I had a couple of days ago.