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.