WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a story that opens with a paradox.
A paradox is something that appears to contradict itself, but makes metaphorical sense. For example 'Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind'.
The Diary Of Emerson Moore (pt. 2)
**[Flashbacks will be in bold]**
You have to lose yourself in order to find yourself.
My friends were taking that saying way to literally. Olivia was whispering furiously to James, who sat in the Captains seat. They found the map, and were trying to find out where we were.
If thereās one thing I can say about them, they do not work well under stress. Sadie was biting her nails as she kept reloading the screen on her phone.
āItās not gonna work,ā Austin said. He was sitting beside her, looking tired. He had driven the first couple of hours and passed out as soon as James took over. He must not have gotten enough sleep.
I didnāt either.
I tuned out their bantering and looked towards the front of the car. The Andersons were up front, looking over at a large map on the dash board.
Apparently, James didnāt have his eyes on the road because a horn blared in front of us.
āLook out!ā I yelled. James jerked and turned back forward. āShit!ā He swerved the wheel to the right and got back in our lane.
Zephyr and Austin had stopped talking, and Heidi came out of the bathroom looking shocked.
āWhat. Was. That?ā Heidi squeaked out. She stumbled over to her seat and we all heard the click of her seatbelt. I couldnāt answer. All I could think about was the night my mom died.
**It was a normal fight with my mom. I was being a brat. I know that now. **
**āI donāt want to go to some ****_stupid_**** family reunion!ā I shouted. I huffed and leaned against the door. The only thing going through my mind was my friend party. **
**My mom sighed. āSweetie, we have to go. Your grandmother wants to see you.ā She really went there. My eighty year old grandmother lived in Georgia. It was almost and entire days drive. Letās just say that we didnāt see her a lot. **
**I groaned and dropped my head. āI donāt care about seeing those assholes. They hate us anyways. This is the first party Heidiās mom is let her have. I want to go to that.ā There wasnāt any changing my mind. **
**āEmerson Elizabeth Moore! Langauge! You may not like it or them, but we are going and thats fiāā A loud honk cut her off. Seconds before the truck slammed into us. **
I remember jerking forwards in my seat. My seat belt locking. My head snapped back. It was painful. I got a concussion. The doctors kept me in the hospital for a week. They said it was ājust in caseā.
I was vaguely aware of someone shaking my shoulder. My gaze focused and I could see James standing in front of me. Olivia was hovering over his shoulder and she looked concerned.
I shook my head to clear it. āIām fine.ā I was not fine. Cars still scared the hell outta me.
āYouāre not fine. Youāre crying.ā He cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb under my eye. It came away glistening with tears. I gently pushed him away and stood up. āI donāt wanna talk about it.ā
Damn. That was just great. All of my friends were staring at me while trying to make it look like they werenāt. āIām gonna go lay down,ā I said. I didnāt want to be here anymore. I ignored Jamesā hurt look and walked towards the bedrooms.
I collapsed onto one of the bunks as soon as I entered the room. I heard footsteps and looked up to see Liv. Tears flooded my eyes again.
āOh, Emmy.ā She came over and pulled me into a hug. I cried into her shoulder for a long time. At least until we felt the tire deflate with a loud _pop!_
[Hey! Hope youāve had a great day. Should I do a part three?? š©µ]