A Day to Forget

Story by Amber Mast
Pictures by Folder #9

The clock tower rang 3 times. Finally. I was so done with today. It had been one of those days that nothing seems to go your way and the only way to fix it is to go home and start over tomorrow.

My day started out kind of crappy. My alarm didn’t go off and neither my dumb brother nor mom thought it would be a good idea to wake me up until 7:55. School started 8:05. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and threw on a t-shirt and some sweats without any time to put on any sort of makeup or even brush my teeth. As I ran to my car popped some gum into my mouth and chewed ferociously hoping it would cover the nasty smell of morning breath.

Of course since I was late I had to hit every single red light on the way to school. The school is about 15 minutes from my house but somehow I made it in about 7. I barely made it to first hour class before the bell rang. First hour is world history. I absolutely loathe history. I can’t understand the importance of it. Mr. Artis finally made it to the front of the classroom and started writing on the board. As I saw what he was writing my heart dropped. Pop quiz. I hadn’t read the reading from last night due to the fact I was working until about 10:30 and didn’t get home until 11. I took the quiz knowing fully well I failed miserably.

The next couple of hours were somewhat uneventful until I got to lunch. This girl, Cassie, absolutely hates me. She never really liked me throughout junior high but she really started hating me last year when I started dating her ex boyfriend Blake. He is the quarterback of the football team and was easily the hottest guy in school and Cassie couldn’t stand the fact that even though she is the cheer captain, he likes me more than her. Well she decided today that since I was wearing a white shirt that she was going to “accidently” run into me with her tray that just so happened to contain spaghetti. Of course she didn’t get in trouble and I had to go change and the only other shirt I had at the school was a smelly Doctor Who tee I wore in P.E. I sprayed myself with perfume hoping to cover the smell but I don’t know if it worked.

The 3 hours between lunch and the end of the day were the longest 3 hours of my life. I got tons of homework in Biology and Algebra and another test in Spanish that I had totally forgotten about. People were talking about the incident in the cafeteria and I really just wanted to crawl into a ball and cry. But finally it was time to go leave.

I knew going home was probably not such a good idea. My mom was probably just going to yell at me for something I did and I just really didn’t want to deal with her right now. So instead I headed to my favorite place in the world. I drove on the road watching the wooden fence pass me by and waited for my gravel turn off.

I drove for a few minutes and then I found the place. I pulled off to the side of the road and got of my car. This part of the woods was thick with trees and bushes and you couldn’t find the trail unless you knew exactly where to look. It took me awhile to find it because I haven’t been out here in a long time but eventually the path was visible.

It was starting to get a little chilly so I pulled my hood up. I walked for a while through the trees and undergrowth until I reached it. A small fort of sticks and logs almost covered by bushes. I walked up to the tree the fort rested on and leaned up against it. Oh how I missed him. My dad had died about 6 years ago but it still feels like it was only yesterday.

It was November 9th. He had taken me on our monthly father daughter date and this time he took me into the city to try a new sushi restaurant he had heard about. Sushi was our favorite thing to eat and nobody else in our family liked it so the only time we got to eat it was on these dates of ours. We had eaten our full of sushi and decided to head home. As we were driving home we had the music blaring and were rocking out to whatever the horrible radio station was playing. Now I couldn’t even tell you what the song was. But I do remember it being bad. We approached a light. It was green so my dad went right through it. A truck from the left ran the light. It hit my dad’s side. My dad never saw it coming but I saw his confused face and he saw the terror on my face. I was knocked out and when I came to I saw 2 EMTs kneeling around me. One of them was shining a light in my face and the other was doing something to my leg. And it hurt like crazy. But it wasn’t until I saw our smashed Ford Focus that it registered what had happened. Where was my dad? I tried to say the words but nothing seemed to come out. I looked around and saw a sheet covering something that looked to be the size a person. The EMT saw that I had seen it and instantly started saying how sorry she was and that it was going to be ok. I didn’t understand at first, but then it clicked. That was my dad. He was dead.

He was killed instantly. And his killer was a 54-year-old man who was driving back from the bar. Drunk. The funeral was that same week and I can’t remember much of it. I was too doped up on pain medications for my broken leg and ribs. But I’m not sure if I want to remember.

I don’t know if I fell asleep or if I just had my eyes closed but when I opened them again it was almost dark. I check my phone and it was 7. My mom was going to kill me. I hurried to the car not feeling much better than before. I arrived home and walked into the house. My mom didn’t come rushing up to me asking where I had been so I assumed she was in her room watching TV and didn’t hear me come in. I figured I might as well get it over with and walked in. She was crying on her bed. It was then I realized what day it was. November 9th.

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