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Chelsea and I made up, and the sleepover was a blast.
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Anyway. A poem in a book that made my vision blur.

I went to a birthday party,
But I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
So I had Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't choose to drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice, and
Your advice to me was right,
As the party finally ended
And the kids drove out of site.
I got into my own car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
Never knowing what was coming,
Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid who caused this wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My blood is all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive
That I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
Knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
Tell my Daddy to be brave,
And when I go to Heaven,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have tought him
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say,
I love you and good-bye.

...
Yeah.