Young Writers Society

Vendela Belladona is dead.

I am Vendela Belladona.

So just to make everything clear, I, Vendela, am dead.

I can remember everything about the day of my death with perfect clarity. It was a beautiful day, oddly warm for the middle of March. My friends an I had tickets to see Katy Perry in concert that night and where all meeting up at Danielle Davis's house beforehand.

"Come on, hurry up." Kendra whined. Kendra Pimenovea had been one of my best friends since second grade, now we were juniors in high-school, all grown up. Everyone says Kendra and i look a lot alike, but i don't see the resemblance. Kendra's tall with an athletes body, straight shoulder-length black hair. She has high cheek bones, flawless skin, and the prettiest sky-blue eyes. I'm an average hight and my thighs are kinda fat. My hair hangs in dark brown ringlets around my face and my eyes are so dark they look black.

I sighed. "Okay, okay. I'm ready, stop complaining." I muttered, more to myself then her. Grabbing my car key from the hook by the door, we left, walking down the driveway to my old beat-up Toyota Camry. Kendra immediately started checking her make up in the visor mirror, not bothering to put on her seatbelt. I turned down Danielle's road, glad that she only lived a few blocks away from me. A blond-headed girl looked out the window when I pulled up to my friends house. Melissa met us at the door, squealing and hugging me.

Melissa is very short, just over four feet tall, with straight blond hair that framed her face and eyes the color of topaz. The three of us headed into the house, to Danielle's bedroom, where she, Jeslyn Nova, and Olivia Parker were arguing over who the pink converse shoes belonged to. Danielle has lank brown hair, little green eyes, and has a sweet innocent look about her. Olivia was the complete opposite, Blond curls, violet eyes, and pouty red lips. Jeslyn had thick maroon hair that always looked perfect, one of her eyes was auburn and the other a dark gray. Everyone asks if she wear contacts but she doesn't, she was just born with miss-matched eyes.

Then next three hours where spent raiding Danielle's closet for something to wear to the concert, fighting over the pink converse, and doing each others make up. When we where finally ready to go to the concert, Olivia was wearing the pink converse and making it a point to rub it in Jeslyn's face.

"Okay, lets go!" Melissa said, breaking up the almost-fight between Olivia and Jeslyn. We all piled into my little car, me driving (obviously), Danielle in the passenger seat, and Jeslyn, Kendra, Olivia, and Melissa crammed into the back.

"why cant we put Mellie in the trunk? She's small." Olivia said, smiling brightly at Melissa. I looked back at them. "Olivia, will you please shut up for ten minutes!" I yelled at her. They all sat there, silent for a moment.

"Vendela! the road!" Kendra screamed. I had momentarily stopped watching where i was driving (to glare at the four in the back), and had swerved the car across the freeway into the opposite lanes. An eighteen-wheeler truck was only feet from hitting us, i grabbed for the wheel already knowing it was to late. There was a loud scream of metal scrapping metal as my car bucked under the huge truck.

I could feel the heat of fire licking at my skin, but i couldn't move any part of my body, as if I where paralyzed. It seamed like long painful years dragged by before i heard to sounds of ambulance sirens. I could hear faint distant voices, and i wondered if i was even alive.

"There is no way any of them survived that. Dead, all of them." i heard a voice say. And that was the last thing i remember before i blacked out, or died.