Okay... I know it sounds kinda morbid at first but trust me it gets better.... the first chappie is just kinda sad.
Chapter One- Everything Happens For a Reason...
Hayden-
"Gabriella!! Stop!!!" I screamed, pushing my little sister off of my fries. She pouted and batted her big blue eyes at me. "Don't give me that??!! I just stopped to get this for you... you can wait for a few more minutes okay..." I scolded. She crossed her arms over her chest and pulled at her seat-belt agitated. I rolled my eyes but continued to keep my hands firmly on the steering wheel. I could see Gabriella sticking her head out of the window out of the corner of my eye. "Stop fooling around, we're almost there" I said. "Stop bossing me around. Your not mom!!" She yelled back. I sighed. "I'm not mom but I am your big sister so just sit still for two seconds okay?" I demanded, getting really frustrated. "Gabbi..." I began to say. "Hayden!!!" she screamed, holding her finger out in terror. I turned back to the road and stared in disbelief at the truck about to collide with us. I swerved but couldn't miss the impact.... My little sister screamed but my throat was so dry nothing would come out. It was like the whole world stopped at once and all I had were the memories that were being left behind me. Until reality came crashing through and I felt a throbbing pain in my head and side. I held my head in my hands and groaned. "Gabbi..." I muttered, weakly. I looked over at her and saw that she wasen't awake. I shook her lightly; no response. I panicked and kicked my door, it fell to the ground and I pulled her out of the now mangled truck. "Gabbi... Gabbi, please wake up... Gabbi please!!" I pleaded. I ripped out my phone and attempted to dial 911 but my fingers fumbled for the keys. "Please help us, my sister and I were in an accident... she won't wake up. I don't know if she's breathing..." I said, histerically. "We'll be over right away" the woman immediatly said before hanging up. I didn't know what to do... Just sit and wait, my sister could be dead by then. But what was I supposed to do?? what am I supposed to do, God please tell me... help.
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She was killed instantly. So there was nothing I could really do to save her, but I still blame myself for everything that happened that night. Maybe if we weren't fightning... maybe if she just listened to me... Maybe if I wasen't driving... Maybe, maybe. I shouldn't be thinking about the things that could of or should of happened... I should be focusing on the future. But I just couldn't.... I couldn't seem to tear my mind away from that painful image of her lifeless body lying on the wet pavement. I turned away as they lifted the coffin into the grave. I never really liked funerals. Like when my aunt Carol died... they actually had an open casket and it made me so sick I actually threw up in the plastic plant. My mom had to pay for it. They should have been easy on me since my aunt died and all... "Sweetie, will you please run home and get us some tissues?" my mother asked me polietly. I nodded silently and jogged back to the house. My mom was still in a state of shock and hasen't even shed a tear yet. I'm deathly afraid that she will blame me for killing Gab but she hasen't said anything yet... I grabbed the box of tissues sitting next to the sink. I stopped for a second glancing towards the fridge. I realized that Gabbi's pictures were gone... I slid down against the wall and cried.
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I sat down in my sister's room after the funeral service and looked around. I noticed things that I didn't before... Like that she had a big picture of Miley Cyrus on her wall (grrr...) or that she actually had paper's in her desk. I was shuffling through paper's and found a paper with scribblings all over it. It was a sheet of paper that kept track of her money. Funny... why would she need to keep track of her money she's like 12... I noticed at the bottom that it was going towards... Jonas Brothers tickets??!! you're kidding me... She raised over 600$$!! those must be some frickin awesome seats... I gasped as I felt a lump at the bottom of the paper. It was two tickets with backstage passes taped to the second page. I held my breath for a moment and dropped it to the floor. I sighed and gently peeled the tape back from the precious tickets. She spent so much money on it to... end up with nothing.... My stomach was in knots and I felt like my heart could explode from all of the emotions building up. It would be awful for them to be wasted but it would also be awful if I stole them from her!! Agh... my head hurts. I ran downstairs and caught my mom. "Mom, did you know that Gabi bought Jonas Brothers tickets?" I asked, curiously. "Jonas Brothers tickets? what are you talking about?" she replied, confused. I tapped the papers to my chest and thought... Everything happens for a reason... right?? then these concert tickets must be a sign. It could be my way of doing one last thing for Gabi, like she would be there with me; cheering them on. I must go.
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