By: Alicia Fusco and Jessica Finn
“Shotgun!” my older brother of three minutes, Isaac, yelled.
“No you’re not, Isaac, Mom has to sit in the front,” I said, with a roll of my eyes. My brother is such an idiot sometimes. I hopped into the backseat of my dad’s Toyota, and I overheard him say something about me being right sometimes. However, I was listening to Fall Out Boy’s new song, so I couldn’t really tell.
As my dad started the car, I remembered where we were heading- to the supermarket to get some last minute food for Thanksgiving. We somehow forgot the turkey. My mom’s awful singing voice resonated throughout the car as “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran played on the radio. Everything was perfect, and then something slammed into the side of the car.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital. The bright lights and white walls blinded me. Is this heaven? I thought. No, wait. It’s just a hospital room.
Then the doctor came in, holding a clipboard. I asked him what happened, and from the look on his face, I knew that the news wouldn’t be good.
He frowned. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your family didn’t make it.”
I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of dread creep into me, my throat felt like it was closing up, and my eyes began to water. I thought of our trip to the supermarket-how something so casual and normal could go so horribly wrong. I thought of what would have been another perfect Thanksgiving dinner, ruined by a car that had come too close. I thought of our stupid tradition of saying what we were thankful for before our meal. What is there to be thankful for now?
As they told me that they’d be contacting my closest relatives, I thought of my annoying aunt and uncle, and their wretched daughter Chloe. I felt completely and utterly alone without my family. Even though Isaac was annoying, losing my twin felt like someone had cut away a part of me. My family was always there for me, now I had no one. I’d never watch Harry Potter with Isaac again, or have another catch in the backyard with Dad. I would never have a girl’s day with Mom ever again. I was on my own.
After some time had passed, my Aunt Sally and Uncle Tom came to pick me up (I know what you’re thinking- no, they do not live in a cabin). I could imagine Chloe’s sneering face as I walked through the door, how she’d make my life hell immediately. As I stepped outside, the sunlight temporarily blinded me.
And then, I woke up.
I smelled my mom’s cinnamon buns baking in the oven, another Thanksgiving tradition. I opened my eyes, and realized with great relief that I was in my own bed. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and reached for the glass of water that was always on my nightstand. I jumped out of my bed and ran down the stairs, only to see my mom taking a tray out of the oven. I breathed out a sigh of relief, happy to see that my family was alive and well.
That night, as we were sharing what we were thankful for, for once, I wasn’t at a loss for what to say.