“Metal crumpled, screamed as the force sent bodies in all directions. Instant stink of burnt rubber, glimpse of an arm flying up. Only the signpost slamming into the side window stopped Carly’s momentum. Glass crunched. Then there was nothing.”
Since the car accident, Carly hasn’t changed that much. She’s still yelling at her family, rebelling, alienating most people. Only now she has reasons to be angry. The guy she liked is heading to jail for causing the accident. His mate was killed, Carly’s best friend Suzie is now wheelchair-bound. And a complete stranger is dead. Life sucks, and Carly’s coping the only way she can. If she can’t pull herself together, everything will fall apart. But what can you do when your face is half full of tiny glass pieces?
“Metal crumpled, screamed as the force sent bodies in all directions. Instant stink of burnt rubber, glimpse of an arm flying up. Only the signpost slamming into the side window stopped Carly’s momentum. Glass crunched. Then there was nothing.”
Since the car accident, Carly hasn’t changed that much. She’s still yelling at her family, rebelling, alienating most people. Only now she has reasons to be angry. The guy she liked is heading to jail for causing the accident. His mate was killed, Carly’s best friend Suzie is now wheelchair-bound. And a complete stranger is dead. Life sucks, and Carly’s coping the only way she can. If she can’t pull herself together, everything will fall apart. But what can you do when your face is half full of tiny glass pieces?
