I looked out the car window, the sun momentarily blinding my eyes. Today was the day. I was officially moving in with my aunt and uncle. My name is Cassie Barker. I am 16 years old. The reason that I must move halfway across the United States is this: my parents died in a severe car accident. Whenever I tell people this, they just look at me in a daze. Some even have the nerve to ask me if I am alright.
I'll never be alright.
My parents were the only people I have ever trusted. Every friend I have had in the past has found away to turn their back on me. Around the age of 12, I gave up on friendship. I promised myself that I would never trust anyone again. I would stay quiet at family parties, sit alone at lunch, I even deleted every social networking account I owned on the internet.
I was depressed. My parents took notice of this.
They took me on a vacation to Disney World whenever I turned 13. I began to open up more. My mother and I would have hour long conversations about anything. I liked talking to my mom. She was a good conversationalist. In some way, she would always find a way to expand the topic that was being discussed.
My father and I began to hang out more as well. We would build things in the basement. One of my favorites was a brand-new rocking chair for my grandmother. The building took weeks of cutting and sanding wood. Needless to say, my grandmother fell in love with the gift.
I didn't take my parent's death lightly. The date of the accident was November 19, a day I will never forget.