I was a normal teen you could say. Music and dancing was my life. It was a Friday night and I was going to hang with my friends. So I kissed my mother goodbye. (But I didn’t know it was going to be the last time.) And I ran out the door like I was going to have fun.

            I got to the party and many people where there. I had seen my friends drinking. I knew this was wrong, but I started drinking too. I thought it was awesome; I could dance like never could before.

            Then my head started to hurt. I wanted to call my parents, but I new they would yell at me. So I called my Brother, so he could pick me up. And he did, so we started driving home. I wasn’t that drunk, but I wish I were when it happened so I wouldn’t have felt the pain.

            Some kids from the party that had been drinking a lot had decided to drive. We where stopped at the stop sign. It was our turn to go when the kids came as fast as they could. They hit my side, and I bet I was dead in a minute. Luckily my Brother went through the window.

            After they hit us, half of them already were dead. I could feel my body hurting. Then I had seen a white light. I was a ghost, above my body.  Then I looked to the side of me and my Brother was fine.

I wasn’t mad at the other kids. I just felt sorry. (Because the other half would have to deal with this for the rest of their lives.)

I wish my parents wouldn’t have cried. I was in a better place. After that day I figured out that I could send my brother dreams to say that it was not his fault. I first I said it was my fault, but then I learned.

I learned from the best. I was now an angel, above the world. I would always send dreams to my Brother to tell him I’m good. I would send my parents one’s too. I also sent them to the kids that lived. Telling them that they should remember that night and what they did. And to never do it again.

The angel’s with me where the other kids that died. They would just go to parties and try to relive that night again. Some people just live in the past, or die in the past.  

I’m a happy angel. I maybe dead, but I’m still living. I still love my family. I still see my friends. But when I see other kids drinking I just shake my head and say,

“That was me and I’m dead. Learn your lessen alive. I may be dead, but at lest I didn’t drink and drive."