1. Chapter one
I was helping my grandmother down the stairs days after her stroke.
" Darcy, thank you a lot for helping me. But I'm really concerned on you hanging to much with me and not socializing with other people." my grandmother says in her really quiet voice.
" But Ma." I answer being as quiet as possible," I am. I hang with your friends when they come over your house."
She stops moving when she reaches the end of the stairs and reply's," You know that's not what I meant. You know I meant people your own age."
I knew she was correct but I really like hanging around her. I guess it's because it's hard for me to make friends.
" Well if I can't nicely ask you to meet people your age I'll have to order you to make friends. So I'm ordering you to do so." My grandma states while I help her sit in the dining chair.
"Ok grandmother. I'll go but I'll be back by dawn ok?" I say defeated
When I took a step outside I felt the coldness hit against my face.
I look forward onto the road and see a truck driving unsafely. Oh my goodness. I froze up not being so close to a truck before. Something pushes me off the way and i hit the ground. I couldn't remember anything else other than thick, red blood.
How do you like the first chapter? OK please give me some helpful hints to the story. See you later. Bye!