So there I found myself, in the bottom of a ditch. My best
friend and I were driving home from a party, one that I did not even want to
attend. Evan, my best friend, thinks that I went to the party to be his
designated driver. In reality I went to look after him at the party, I didn’t
want to find out that he hooked up with some strange girl when I was in love
with him. So how did we end up in the bottom of a ditch, while I was driving sober?
I’m the girl that never gets invited to those high school
cliché parties, probably because I avoid that group as much as possible. Evan,
on the other hand, is one of the most desirable seniors at our school, and
since he is my best friend that is how I end up going to them.
The party that was tonight was at Melody Wilson’s house, a girl
who lived fifteen minutes south of town, off of a long dirt road. Of course I
said yes when Evan asked I me to drive him to the party even though I
completely despised these events. What was the point in getting extremely drunk
and not remembering the night anyway? At least I could watch people and
secretly laugh at them, and make sure Evan didn’t do anything too bad…
I stood in front of my closet for about thirty minutes,
trying to find an outfit that would catch Evan’s attention, but not make him
think that I was trying too hard. When I finally settled on a simple low- cut
black dress that reached to my knees, I drove over to Evan’s house to pick him
up.
The drive to the party was uneventful; we hardly even saw a
car on the road. The party was nothing exciting either, lots of underage high
schoolers binge drinking, making out, and grinding to obnoxiously loud music.
Typical. Evan and I hung out a few times during the party, but I decided that I
would rather let him have fun and not force him to try to include me. I found
some people I knew from my third period history class and talked to them in the
corner of the room, far enough away from the dance mob to not get stepped on,
but close enough to see the ridiculous movement my generation called dancing. I
danced to a few songs, trying to include myself and have a good time, but in
reality I was happier watching everyone.
Around midnight Evan decided that the party was slowing
down, and that we should go to Denny’s and get late night pancakes like we
usually do to end the evening. We climbed in my car, a red Honda civic, and
turned off of Melody’s dirt road. We were about five miles from town on a
straight stretch of road, when I noticed bright headlights coming towards us,
swerving on the road, and then they settled on staying in our lane. I didn’t
know what to do since the lights were getting closer, making a route of escape
less likely with each passing second. The only thing I could do was hope they
would get in their original lane. I honked my horn and flashed my lights at
them, hoping to make them realize that they were heading straight for us, but
to no avail. At the last second I swerved out of the way off of the road, Evan
and I screaming until the car came to a complete stop in the ditch.
I assessed the damage, which seemed to be fatal to my car
but otherwise nothing seemed to be wrong with Evan or myself. Upon confirming
our well-being, I climbed out of my broken windshield and looked around. The
ditch was tall, maybe six feet in height. I looked out on the road and saw the
car that was coming towards us, a black Ford F150. They hit a tree head on off
of the other side of the road. They must have swerved at the last minute too.
They didn’t seem to be as lucky as Evan and I.
“Tally” Evan called from inside the car.
“Yes, Evan?” I asked.
“I’m so glad that we’re okay, that I was with you. You’re
like my sister and I wouldn’t want to be in this situation with anyone else.”
My heart fell.
So
that’s how I found myself, in the bottom of a ditch, the guy I was in love with
seeing me as his sister.
