In the middle of my junior year summer, my mom died in a terrible car accident on her way home from an art exhibit in the city. My dad, Kyle, and I were casually sitting in the living room while Kyle and dad watched the recaps of last night's game, and I silently read my Cosmo magazine. The doorbell rang, and I immediately jumped up to get it, since Kyle and dad seemed to be in the daze of the recaps. It was a police man coming to explain what had happened. The room started spinning, and I fainted.
When I woke up, I was hoping it would be all a dream. In between tears, my dad sadly explained to me that it wasn't a dream.