My Mother slammed open the door and frowned. "Kelsey, we have to go now." I looked up from my book and took off my reading glasses. "We have lots of things to do today, and you know that. I have to pick up your sister from ballet, take you to your volleyball class, come home and make dinner, pick you up again, and come back all within two hours."

My mom was like this. I felt that she missed the busy life of New York when she traded it in for this cramped little town. Since my Father's death three years ago, she'd get even busier. I guess she was just trying to suppress the bad thoughts. But she never really could, since my younger sister Valerie was the spitting image of him.

I changed into my uniform and pulled on warm-up pants and a jacket. Although I really didn't want to go do volleyball in the middle of December, my mom wanted me to. So I did. And on top of that I had school work I'd neglected to do and I needed to catch up on my sleep. I jogged downstairs where my mother was busily buttoning her coat.

"Pull on your other coat, Kels." She said, not taking her eye off her coat. "You'll freeze outside." I rolled my eyes and pulled my winter coat out of the closet. Technically, volleyball practice was held INSIDE during the winter. But whatever, she's my mom. Common sense may or may not apply to her.

We climbed in the car and I rubbed my hands together furiously. Yeowch, it WAS really cold. My mother flipped on the seat warmers and pulled off her hood. She looked backwards before pulling out of our driveway.

The nearest gym where volleyball lessons were held was off the nearest highway. We pulled onto it, the familiarity setting in. I looked out at the rim we seemed to by driving on the edge of, and the sudden drop that formed a bowl in the bottom, filled with trees covered in white. There was a cold, sharp wind that would blow and scatter snow in every direction, like a large blizzard in only a few seconds.

I was always mesmerized by the snow. It was paranormal, the way it seemed to glow and shimmer. And I love it more so than the rain and the falling leaves and the heat of any other season. I gave a dreary sigh. My mother whipped out a pack of cigarettes and rolled the window down, letting the bitter wind fill our car. That was probably the only thing I didn't like about winter – the temperature.

This part of the highway was surprisingly crowded, which wasn't normal. The rush hour started at around five o'clock to five thirty, and it was only four o'clock. My mother groaned, tossing the cigarette butt out the window. "We're going to be late..." She muttered, rolling the window up.

I started to shuffle around in my seat. Almost like a dance, while I was sitting down. I jerked my knee up, which sent my mother's coffee bottle flying into the backseat. She cursed, laying her head on the headrest. "I'll get it!" I said, feeling my face flush. I was easily embarrassed. I got on my knees and turned around in my seat.

I leaned over and felt around for the rubber-covered red coffee bottle. I groped the handle under the backseat and pulled myself up. "I got it." I announced proudly. I looked up only to see a black hummer blazing toward us.

It slammed into the car, which bent and twisted out of shape. I could move, but I could breathe somehow. My mother's hand was frozen, gripping my arm which was now wrecked with shards of glass and meal. My mouth tasted metallic and bloody. Heat swelled around me, fusing my zipper to my now-burning mesh pants. I wanted to cry out for someone to help me survive. I could hear a wailing siren in the distance, and the sound of a helicopter.

I took a final, painful gasp of breath. It was smoky, mixing with the already terrible tastes in my mouth. I could hear people now, out of the corner of my eye I saw white smoke. Oh my god... I thought, feeling tears finally swell to my eyes. I might make it...

Something like the sound of mosquito in close range filled the air.

And the car exploded.