"Maya, honey, are you sure you don't want to go with us to Mexico? You aren't going to be lonely are you?" My mother, Lucinda said with worry in her eyes.
"Yes mom. I am 17 years old, I can stay home for a week with out any problems." I replied rolling my eyes at her motherly nature. "Well, okay then call us if you need anything."She said uncertainly.
I smiled at her. "Have fun love you Mom." She beamed and responded,"Love you." Then she left out the door.
I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong. I started pacing back and forth worrying about something I didn't know. I called mom's cell and left a voicemail telling her to be careful and to be safe. I stopped and sat down on the couch and started thinking about my family. I have three men in my life. Elliot, my older brother, who is about 6'1 at the age of 18, with bright green eyes and dark brown hair like mine. There is my twin, Damion. he has black hair, blue eyes that are always filled with mischief, and is a few inches taller than me at 5'11. Finally there is my dad, Aeron. He is the tallest at 6'4, he has brown hair and blue eyes, for some reason loves to go fishing. although my mom, Lucinda, hates fish with a passion, she goes on the trips to have time alone with dad.
I was on my way upstairs when I heard the news.
"At around 1:30 this afternoon the plane from Oregon to Mexico crashed into a field and there wasn't any survivors left." I blanked out and heard nothing else. I couldn't believe it everyone I loved had died at the hands of a piece of metal. My best friend, my older brother, and my loving parents dead. All dead. I slowly slid down the wall until my butt hit the floor. No, it couldn't be true, but it is.