a/n: So… Hi. This is my first If I Stay fan fiction. I hope you guys enjoy. Please review. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own If I Stay.

7:00 A.m.

Mom has been yelling for me to get up for about thirty minutes now, but I've got a really bad stomachache.

I know it's just nerves, the nervousness of the upcoming softball game.

I finally drag myself out of bed just as Moma says, "Clarissa Marie Grace! Get your butt out of that bed right this second or I'll ground you."

I throw on my holey jeans, a black tee with the mets logo on it, brush out my long red hair, throw on my glasses and race downstairs.

THE radio plays mutedly in the background as I race into the kitchen.

"About time, your almost late!" Moma says briskly.

I nod, grab a poptart from the counter and run towards the door.

Outside, the rusty old minivan awaits.

Dad offers to let me drive, but I forgot to grab my license, so I say I'm cool.

My little brother and sister, Micky and Angie jump into the backseat.

I slide strategically into the windowseat on the far right of the car.

I do this so the hords won't crush me.

If only I'd known then what "crushing" was actually like, I might not have done that.

I might have just let people crawl pretty much anywhere they felt like, and take the other seat available.

But how could I have known that screaming for my brother and sister to stop fighting was going to be the last time me and my family were together?

Driving to school on a rainy Friday morning?

a/n: I hope you enjoyed. I'll have another story up soon. I'm begging you to review. I need feedback on this. See ya!

Emmabeth.