chapter 1

I open my eyes and look around I see white walls, a window looking out into a city, and flowers that say get well soon Rylee. Wait, my name is Rylee and there is nothing wrong with me I am a normal 15 year old girl from a little town right out of Dallas Texas called Maypearl, where nothing ever happens. Why am I not in my bed, at my house? Why do the flowers say get well soon on them? Were am I? I look around again trying to figure out where the hell I am. Then I see a cup next to my bed that says Children's Medical Center Dallas on it. Why am I in the hospital? What happened to me? The last thing remember is I was going to Grandma’s funeral when Dad fell asleep at the wheel... Oh No we must have crashed. Where’s Dad? Where’s Brody? Where’s baby Logan? Am I the only one who made it out alive? As all these questions were rushing through my head when a women who could have been a super model walked in. “Look who has finally woken up!” She says with a smile. “Who are you were is my family?” I am panicking I can’t lose anyone else in my family after I just lost Grandma and Mom’s been gone for a few years now. “I am Dr. Wyatt. Rylee you were in a serious accident you have been in a coma for three months” She isn’t smiling anymore and is getting serious Oh No. 

“Where’s my Dad, Brody and Logan?” I can hear how worried I am in the tone of my voice. “Brody is fine he was on the side of the crash that wasn’t hit as hard. He just had a few broken bones. Logan was on the same side but because he is only 4 years old the crash hurt him more, he is still ina coma” She pauses letting me take that in. Oh God no” I am crying now. “Were is my Dad? Where is my Dad?”  Dr. Wyatt sighs before continuing. “Rylee your father died in the crash I am so sorry.” 

      No, he can’t be dead he was sitting right in front of me and I am not dead, I made it out alive. Where am I going to live now that I am an orphan? That just sounds so wrong I can’t be an orphan.  Brody only just turned 17 so he can’t be Logan and I's  legal guardian. “Where are we going to go then?” I say I a paniced tone, I am still in shock that my dad is dead. “Well, sweetheart your only living relative is your Aunt Zoe from Kennebunk, Maine. So you and Brody will go live with her and Logan is in Boston Massachusetts at the Children's Hospital and will stay there until he is healthy again.” I shake my head in disbelief.

 “I want Brody,” I said through the tears. “Ok, I will have him come in,” Dr. Wyatt says as she walks out. While I sit there in the tiny room I start to think about all the memories I have had with my Dad, like when he taught me to ride my bike and how he always mistake me for my Mom because I had her ice blue eyes.  I also remembered how my dad and I were the only two with brown hair in our family and how we always teased my brother’s and my mom, for having blonde hair, because brown hair made us smarter. I can’t believe he is gone, my best friend.

 “Hey Ry,” Brody says in his husky voice. My older brother has green eyes that remind me so much of my Dad. “Good to see that you are up,” He says like I just took a really long nap. I all I can get out even though I have thousands of questions swarming in my head before I burst into tears is, “He’s gone.”  Brody sighs as he walks over to my bed and pulls me into a hug. “I know Ry, I know.” I sit there and cry for what seems like hours. When Brody whispers in my hair. “Thank God your alive Ry, I couldn’t get through this without you. They told me you wouldn’t make it because of the impacted and when you died for only a few second but they brought you back right away and you were so weak from that, but I new you would make it through I new how strong you are.” By the end of my crying feast Brody had joined in too. Then I started asking questions. 

 “Who is this Aunt Zoe, that I never heard of? I thought Mom and Dad were both only children?” I say as I wipe my tears away. “She’s Dads sister, I guess, she’s really young Ry like late thirty's” Wow. Thats really young compared to my Dad who was 56. “I guess when she turned eighteen Grandma kicked her out, for some reason know one will tell me, and was never heard from again.” Great, so I am going to go live with my disowned aunt that we don’t know why she was disowned. “When are we moving to her house?” I ask right as Dr. Wyatt walks in. “You will be moving there in about a week.” Dr. Wyatt answers even though I asked Brody. “Rylee, first we have to do some test to make sure you are healthy, but your brother will be going to Maine with your Aunt tomorrow.”  Brody stands up ready to fight. “What? I am not leaving my sister in a different state to have some random testing done on her!” This is why I can never get a boyfriend, Brody my super over protective brother. “I am sorry Brody, but your Aunt wants to go back to Maine to get you guys settled in, school starts on Monday so she needs to sign you up for school, and it will be easier to sign you up at the beginning of the year.”  Dr. Wyatt says. “But..but” Brody sighs frustrated gripping the back of his head. “Brody I will be fine. You go start school and be your charming self and lets see how many friends you can make in a week.”  I smile trying to lighten the mood. “and besides I know you will want to be on the soccer team you have to be there at the beginning of the year for that.”  “True, but you will need me here.” He says with is sad puppy dog eyes that I always get when he is trying to protect me. “Need you here? To do what? Sit in a chair and watch me get tests? No, I need you out on the soccer field scoring me goals so that when I get to school I am already known as the super hot soccer player’s sister” I smile at him. “Ok Ry you are right,” When am I not right, Brody, when am I not right.