Just then I felt a jolt like never before. We were hit. We were hit hard. I could feel my body being tossed around like a rag doll. I remember hearing Alexia scream as the jeep was rolled over and over again.

That’s all I remembered until I woke up in the intensive care unit at Mercy hospital. I ached all over. I looked around the room. I saw my dad come running back into the little white room.
“Oh my God, she’s awake!” he yelled. “Somebody come quick, she is awake!”
“Baby, are you okay? How are you feeling?” He asked.
I tried to talk but there were tubes coming out of my mouth.
“Don’t talk,” I heard the Doctor say from my other side. “If you are in significant pain, blink twice.”
I did just that. I felt as though I had been turned inside out. Tears were running down my face uncontrollably. I looked over to my dad. He was smiling through his tears.
“You are going to be okay baby,” he whispered. “Thank God,” he added.
Over the next few days I learned that a drunk driver hit us going 58 mph at just the right spot to cause Alexia’s jeep to flip. I was thrown 15 feet and was in a coma for nine days. As for my best friend of 13 years, Alexia Collins, she was killed. I was still sore from the major surgeries that I had to endure due to internal bleeding and my broken ribs weren’t making life any easier for me.
I was finally released two weeks later when I was able to walk and eat on my own. When the day arrived I was both happy and sad. I was happy to go home to my bed but, I had to realize that my best friend wasn’t coming too.

ok you have caught my attention, and if you can do that I will finish reading everything else that you write for your book.

thanks! i am still typing up..i have hand written bout seven pages so I will continue to post tonight..okay?

ok what I dont read tonight I will read tomorrow. I am looking forward to reading it.