I could hear the thunder and the rain as it hit the top of the car it reminded me of

gunshots. As I looked out the window I realized that we were getting near the bridge. I looked over to my mom and saw a look of panic on her face, I begun to turn my head towards the road when my head was slammed to the back of the seat that my dad was sitting in.  I felt as the car swerved into the bridge because of the bridge and I could feel as my body was slammed front and back. “Ronnie” I heard my mom mumble, I looked down and realized that water was beginning to fill up the car.  I opened the bag and grabbed some tool that my dad kept in his bag and began hitting the window. I had finally broken it  “Ronnie grab your brother and get out of here. Go get help.” I grabbed Michael by the hand  and swimmed out of the broken window. The glass had slit parts of my legs and parts of my arms. While I had MIchael was small enough that he was untouched by the glass. I had started getting tired, but I pushed myself forward. I hadn’t noticed that the water was freezing.

“I have to get mom and dad. Ok Michael ? You need to go and get help tell them to call 911.” “Okay, okay.” he repeated over and over and before I got the chance to dive back in the water I heard Michael yell out, “Be careful Ronnie.” As I reached the car I saw that the car was nowhere to be seen.  Oh god, where are they? They were right here when I left. I thought about what my mom and dad tell me to do, and as I started heading back I heard sirens and people calling my name. “Veronica Hobbes!” “Veronica Hobbes!” By the time I reached the shore my body had given out. I felt as someone began to pull me out of the water. “Veronica, you're gonna be okay. We have your brother. Did you go down there to find your parents?” I nodded and I felt as tears began to come to my eyes. I opened my eyes and there a woman in her early mid twenties stood, brown hair about 5’4 with a sad smile on her face. “Where’s my brother?” I asked her tiredly. “He is headed to the hospital he broke his leg besides that he will be okay, just like you. Who would you like us to call?” Who should they call? My closest relatives live  all the way to Washington state and my grandparents are dead on both sides of my parents. I guess now they’re dead to. “Can you call my Aunt Lara and my Uncle Thomas Johnson. They live in Washington state.” She nodded, and now had I just noticed that we were in the ambulance.

My Aunt and Uncle had gotten here one week ago, and my parents had died  three weeks ago. Today was the day that I was discharged from the hospital and today was also the day the we would have the funeral, well rather the cremations that’s what they wanted. Michael had been discharged a few weeks before me. The doctors said that I was really lucky, but I don't feel lucky. My life had drastically changed in  matter of seconds and there was nothing I could do about it.  I was leaving everything behind, my friends, school, memories. Washington state, I kind of automatically knew that I was going to have to move whether I wanted to or not.

I had fallen asleep on the plane ride, “Wake up Ronnie.” I heard as someone began shaking me. I yawned and started to open my eyes, I began standing up and realized that this was going to be my new home. Who knows what awaits me when I step out of this plane and in all honesty I am nervous, but excited all at the same time.