The Only Good Kind Of Trouble

The Crash

Everyone knew me as the quiet, optimistic girl who always had something positive to say. But deep inside I see someone else. I see a poor child hiding inside the body of a brave teenager. No one else knows it but me. I started to keep to herself eversince the death of my two loving parents. They had a difficult relationship, but in the end they always made up with eachother.

        One day my parents were driving in the car, and they got into a fight. My father was trying to park on the side of the street, but he got distracted by my mother and got hit by a car coming by. That day was terrible, not just for me, for everyone. You see, back when I lived with my parents, my father was mayor of the village they lived in called Arlington Heights. He was such a good man, well that's what they thought.

The reason everything was crazy with my parents, is because of my father. He was being black mailed. He didn't want my mother to know, but one day she found out. She just really loved him, so much. She felt horrible because he was keeping that secret from her.

She could've helped him. She could've helped him.