• I looked out the car window, staring down at the moving pavement below. I tried to think hard about the last time my mom and I had visted our old crumby house in California that I had loved. It must have been years ago, because today is my birhday and i'm finally eighteen. For years i've traveled almost every place in the world, except for Italy which I have been dying to go to even when I was a little girl. My mom expresses herself by traveling, and thats what she has been doing ever since I was 3 years old. I then realized i've done every single thing with my childish, loving mom. I looked over at her, her eyes consentrated on the road. Even though we have traveled the world she is still the worst and the most cautious driver i've ever seen.
    My thoughts stopped right in their tracks when I heard her phone buzz. My mom reached slowly down to her pocket and pulled out her phone. Even though we live through a world of whirling technology she still has her chunky white phone that was probably used in the later years of Saved By the Bell.
    "Hello?" my mom had answered in a shaky and somewhat angry voice. Probably because whoever was on the line disturbered her consentration on the road.
    "Hey Tina," the voice said on the opposite line. I knew this voice. It was Patrick, someone my mom has known since highschool. I've always guessed they were highschool sweethearts back then, but my mom denys everything I say and tease her about.
    "Patrick, what do you need now?" my mom sounded so paranoid.
    "I need to know how many cups of flour you're supposed to put in chocolate chip cookies," he said.
    "Since when do you bake?" my mom asked confused.
    "I don't bake, but my niece is coming over today," he explained
    "Why can't you look on the back of a bag of chocolate chips?"
    We heard shuffling over the phone." Oh" he said. "Well I guess I'll talk to you later then, what are you up to anyways?"
    "I'm driving." she said stubbornly.
    "Oh, maybe it was a bad time to call," then the line went dead. Patrick knew my mom so well.
    I looked up at my mom smiling. She glared down at me, " Don't you look at me that way, I told you there is nothing between him and I"
    "Sure," I muttered, and shook my head
    "So, how much longer, anyways?" I asked.
    "Bout' ten minutes."
    "Good, not long at all." I smiled
    My mom smiled back at me. "May, are you excited to see our house again?" she said sly.
    I just smiled up at her.
    The next ten minutes in the car felt long. I began to see things I remembered from a long time ago. And if I was right our house was right down the corner. I haven't seen that house in so long. It'll bring back so many memories.
    "May!!" my mother screamed my name looking out my window.
    I turned to see a truck screeching on the road, heading right for were I was sitting. And the truck came to me. It slammed right into my door and practically on top of me. The pain was unbearable. It could only be the pain of death, I thought. I heard sirens and screams coming from my mom. "My May! Somebody help!" I wanted to comfort her. Under the pain I felt a calming and peaceful feeling. Then the peaceful feeling became a dreamy and foggy land that I was slipping into. The pain went away. Everything went black.
    And then I knew, I must be dead.

    ~Inkbender ( I know it's not very good but, tell me what you think, anyways.)