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My name is Alexandra Chloe Bishop, but (thank god) no one ever calls me that. They all call me Alex, well everyone except for my mom. She used to call me Alexandra but now my mom will never call me anything ever again. Ok, wait, I am getting way too far ahead of myself. I guess I should tell you a little bit about me fist.
Like I said before my name is Alexandra Chloe Bishop. I got the name Alex from my dad’s dad but when they found out I was a girl they had to think of something else. The name Chloe comes from my mom’s mom (go figure). I live in a small town called Garden Valley. It is the kind of town where everybody knows everybody. Here is a drawing of lay-out of the land all around my home.
My birthday is June, 17, 1992, this year I am turning 17. I guess that means that April 18 will be the first anniversary of me being alone. I never really thought about that. Well, anyway, my parents and my sisters are all dead as you probably have already guessed. This is the story of how they died and how I survived after they were gone.
We were down in Boise on one of our few trips in to the large town ( we rarely ever went down cause of gas prices and we weren’t exactly rich). “Thanks so mach Dad,” I said. Seeing as Garden Valley was such a small town and only has one restraunt( which has crappy food anyway) it was a big deal for us to go out to eat. We had been down in Boise all day we were a super hungry. So dad had taken us out to dinner. “That was really good” I continued.
“You can thank me by getting into the car without being asked” my dad, Phillip, joked. We all laughed at his joke as we loaded in to the car. Almost instantly my sisters were asleep, my parents were deep in conversation about the economy, and I (as usual) was deep in to my book (I always carry one with me). I guess we must have been right at the railways in Horseshoe Bend (right before the intersection) when I first looked up from my book. My mom had fallen asleep and my dad was listening to NPR (National Public Radio).
“Hey Dad,” I said “are we going to stop at the Chevron for gas?”
“Nope” he replied “we are going straight through today.” He looked back at me and smiled his knowing smile
“You wanted to get some popcorn didn’t you” I grinned
“Yep, but I’ll live.” We were just going through the intersection as I said this. At the same moment I finished my sentence I saw a car coming from Emmet (going to the Chevron) right in front of us. I screamed. I knew we were going to hit the car and there was nothing I (a girl of the age of 15 and with no accountable, crazy, magical powers) could do about it.
My name is Alexandra Chloe Bishop, but (thank god) no one ever calls me that. They all call me Alex, well everyone except for my mom. She used to call me Alexandra but now my mom will never call me anything ever again. Ok, wait, I am getting way too far ahead of myself. I guess I should tell you a little bit about me fist.
Like I said before my name is Alexandra Chloe Bishop. I got the name Alex from my dad’s dad but when they found out I was a girl they had to think of something else. The name Chloe comes from my mom’s mom (go figure). I live in a small town called Garden Valley. It is the kind of town where everybody knows everybody. Here is a drawing of lay-out of the land all around my home.
My birthday is June, 17, 1992, this year I am turning 17. I guess that means that April 18 will be the first anniversary of me being alone. I never really thought about that. Well, anyway, my parents and my sisters are all dead as you probably have already guessed. This is the story of how they died and how I survived after they were gone.
We were down in Boise on one of our few trips in to the large town ( we rarely ever went down cause of gas prices and we weren’t exactly rich). “Thanks so mach Dad,” I said. Seeing as Garden Valley was such a small town and only has one restraunt( which has crappy food anyway) it was a big deal for us to go out to eat. We had been down in Boise all day we were a super hungry. So dad had taken us out to dinner. “That was really good” I continued.
“You can thank me by getting into the car without being asked” my dad, Phillip, joked. We all laughed at his joke as we loaded in to the car. Almost instantly my sisters were asleep, my parents were deep in conversation about the economy, and I (as usual) was deep in to my book (I always carry one with me). I guess we must have been right at the railways in Horseshoe Bend (right before the intersection) when I first looked up from my book. My mom had fallen asleep and my dad was listening to NPR (National Public Radio).
“Hey Dad,” I said “are we going to stop at the Chevron for gas?”
“Nope” he replied “we are going straight through today.” He looked back at me and smiled his knowing smile
“You wanted to get some popcorn didn’t you” I grinned
“Yep, but I’ll live.” We were just going through the intersection as I said this. At the same moment I finished my sentence I saw a car coming from Emmet (going to the Chevron) right in front of us. I screamed. I knew we were going to hit the car and there was nothing I (a girl of the age of 15 and with no accountable, crazy, magical powers) could do about it.