Hello there, Bailey!
Considering the reviewer before me left quite a lengthy and detailed review, I don't think I'll be taking much of your time today.
This. Was interesting.
I have to say I wasn't a huge fan of all that action being a dream, though it had been true. At one point. But it was entertaining, and I am very curious as to what kind of story you're making here.
Quite a few things here confused me, however, so I'll be going over them with you.
And commenting in a few places, if you don't mind.
A bump in the road caused Oakley to be flung forward and forced to look up from her engaging hardcover novel. Her hair got caught in her eyes, and she winced.
"Sorry!" Aunt Laura said. "I didn't see that pothole."
"Well, it was right in the middle of the road, Mom." Ben laughed from the passenger seat, "How could you not have seen it?"
Laura shrugged and ignored her son's comment. "How are the bags doing back there, Oaks? Nothing is squished?" The car bounced a little as they drove onto a narrow, although long, two lane bridge.
Oakley tore her mind from her book, and pulled herself back to reality, checking their grocery bags to make sure the bread hadn't been flattened.
Okay. Only reason I copied and pasted all of that was to show you all the dialogue and mild action that happened after Oakley was jarred out of her reading. You don't mention her resuming her reading, yet that last sentence in red says she was obviously still engrossed in it. ?
"Oh good," her aunt sighed in relief, relaxing her hands on the wheel. Why was she so tense?
That's tense? My mom always freaks out about the bread being squished when we drive home from the grocery store, but I would never describe her mannerism as "tense". It's just like Aunt Laura's was here.
He teased her with a punch that sounded as if it were painful and giggled, "Don't call me that, Ma. I'm not seven years old."
Well, that certainly makes him sound as if he were seven. xD How old is this kid, anyway? I don't think you ever said.
Also: ouch. You're not supposed to "hear" a playful punch. Why didn't Aunt Laura yelp or anything? (okay. She did smile "with no emotion" - something is very wrong here)
Her aunt smiled, but it was a smile that seemed to have no emotion. She turned her attention back to the road, as the vehicle swerved into the opposite lane. She watched in horror. Ben was leaning over his mother, his hands at the wheel, but he wouldn't purposely drive the car over to the other lane, would he? His hands were fumbling at the steering wheel, and Oakley realized he was trying to turn them back to the proper lane. That must have been what he was doing.
A lot can be said about this chunk of words. First off, you're talking about Aunt Laura, and Aunt Laura -or Oakley?- turns her attention back to the road? As the vehicle swerves into the opposite lane? She's the driver! How did she not prevent that? Then, there's what I highlighted in red. Who watched in horror? Laura or Oakley? You were literally just talking about Laura, but this would be a perspective change if it [I]was[I] her, so you'll need to clarify who this is.
The vehicle was met face to face by an oncoming truck, and swerved to the left, bounding off of the bridge. Oakley felt the book slip from her hard grip, and her stomach dropped, a feeling similar to being a passenger on a descending airplane.
She had no time to scream, just time to gasp, watching the dark water below come closer and closer to the windshield.
Woah, woah, woah. I had no idea they were even on a bridge, and now they're flying off of it. How tall is this bridge, anyway?
I felt as if you could have described the action and emotion of this moment better. You mention Oakley gasped, but is that it? What was she thinking? Exactly what thoughts were going through her head? Was her aunt screaming? What was Ben's reaction? I don't have enough details to make a connection with them all here.
The rest seemed like a blur, the door was open and she poured out of it. Her aunt fought to drag herself out of the flooded vehicle.
She looked back, only seeing water, no evidence of Ben inside the car. She noticed a sea animal's silhouette swimming away, avoiding the scene of the crash.
But just a second ago, her aunt was questioning if Ben was alright. Now she's just taking off without him? And Oakley noticed no evidence of Ben inside the car. Why wasn't she freaking out, wondering where he was? What kind of sea animal did she see swimming away, anyway? Wouldn't that give her a little sense of panic? She sees a sea animal, but no Ben. Now I get the idea Ben's... different. But still. He just up and disappeared and no mention was made of him again. Not even when Oakley awoke. Wasn't she curious? Just a little?
Overall, I think this could use some work, but your plot is intriguing. Where will you go with this? I wonder. As far as character goes, I feel a bit lost on Oakley. I have no idea on what she looks like, how old she is, what her personality is, or any other characteristics. You put us right into the action with this story, so I get that maybe it was difficult to add those important parts, but it still is possible. For example, when you mentioned her hair, you could have casually what color it was, what texture (like I got all this frizzy black hair because of these Mexican genes from my mother *sigh*). Just little pieces like that, those small details make a huge difference for me. And I'm sure a lot of other people. I know this is only the first chapter, so I won't be real pushy, but I just can't make a connection with her right now. I feel as if I don't know her.
This review wasn't that long, was it? I hope you found it helpful in some way. :/
And if you got any questions or comments about anything I said, do let me know!
Have a great day, and keep up the writing.
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