Chapter One

“Sir- um sir?”

Joe jerked his head up and saw a pretty blond flight attendant smiling down at him.

“Would you like some refreshments?”

“No thanks”, he mumbled, slouching further into his seat, wishing he could turn invisible. It had been a month since the car accident that had resulted in two fatalities and two injuries. His parents had been the fatalities, he and the oncoming driver had been the injuries.

For two days he had been out of it. He’d had a concussion, a broken arm, and some cracked ribs. The cast on his arm was really itchy, and he was getting used to the ache in his ribcage.

So now he was on his way to live on the edge of the world, or so it seemed. New Zealand, what did he know about New Zealand? Only that his grandparents lived there. That his parents had left for America two years before he was born.

He thought back to when the doctor in charge had first told him his parents had been killed. He had denied it, then realized the truth. He had sobbed and sobbed, and the pain in his ribs had made him cry harder, until he could barely breathe. The nurse had had to sedate him.

He checked his watch, he was two hours from landing. Two hours from meeting his estranged grandparents for the very first time. He tried to stop thinking about it.

Joe pulled his I-pod from his pocket. Amazingly it had survived the crash. It had a little dent and a few scratches, but it worked fine still. As he slipped in the earbuds and turned it on, he tried to forget all the times his mom had teased him about the kind of music he listened to and his slowly deadening mind.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, willing himself to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. too many thoughts were racing through his head. He could feel the frustration rising. It seemed ever since the accident he spent most of his time feeling either angry or sad. Those two words didn’t even do justice to how he felt as a matter of fact. When he was angry, it almost scared him, it was so fierce, the rage he felt, he couldn’t shake it. And when he was sad, he felt like the grief would consume him until he couldn’t feel, see, or hear anything.

He thought of all the times he could have spent with his parents, but instead wasted it on things that didn’t even matter.

With all these things swirling around and around in his head, he could hardly sleep, but he managed to doze off and on the last hour of the trip.

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