I'm up before my alarm and feeling ready for the day. Jumping out of bed, I rush to my closet and take out my school uniform. I find it strange how short the girls skirts are, they barely cover our asses! Then again, I don't really mind them. Less of a hassle to move around.

    I turn around see that my roommate has already left so I just head to the bathroom. On the way there, I pass by the wall that has all of mine and my roomies family pictures on it. I see the picture of my family the day they died. Their screams from the crash comes back to me. Hearing them with the sound of my own screaming starts to make my head hurt and a tear runs down my cheek. I had a little sister, only four years younger than me. We share, well shared, a birthday. Today actually. Today is our birthday and the one year anniversary of the accident.

    The crash keeps running through my head as I continue to walk to the bathroom. Making it to the bathroom, I stop in front of the mirror and look at myself. I survived the crash but ended up with huge scars that will never go away. They cover most of my back and shoulders, parts of my chest and stomach, also running down my arms and thighs, and on my neck running up to the bottom of my face. To be honest, they look super cool to me and they tell a story. I miss my family a lot but I don't dwell on it very often. I'm glad that I survived so I can have my own family.

    Looking at the time, it's already super late and I only have fifteen minutes to get ready before classes start. I hurry as fast as I can and rush out the door.