Lisa Ros walked down the soakend pavement. In the distance she could hear cars. The, almost silence, was broken by the ring of her cell phone. She answered, "Hello." She said calmly as she pulled her hood up so her phone would stay partly dry.
"Hello, this is Sheriff Lewis. I am calling to talk with Lisa." He said kindly.
"This is her," she said starting to become nervous.
"I am so deeply sorry to tell you that your parents have both died in a terrible car crash."

Lisa was so struck by the news thather phone fell from her hands and clattered on the ground. When she finally realized she no longer was holding her phone she picked it up. She found that the sheriff wasn't on the other end and her screen was cracked. She didn't let that bother her though, what did bother her was the thought of her parents being dead. They were safe drivers. How could they die in the crash?

She wasn't sure about any of it. She walked a little further down the street to her house. She packed her suit case with only few peices of clothing. She then grabbed two bottles of pop and a box of crackers. She found the jar of her mothers savings, then dumped it into a zip-lock bag. Once she found all of the stuff she needed she left the house.

Her plan was to leave the state. She was hoping she could use some money for other food and hotel services. She was going to look for a job as well. She couldn't just let her life fail. Her parents wanted her to be sucessful. No matter what it took she would do it.

While she walked she made it out to the main part of town. She had a license but no car. Her hand went out each time a taxi went by. Yet not once did a taxi stop.

Finally she heard a whistle behind her and a taxi stopped. She quickly turned around, her brown hair flinging along with the movement. When she looked no one was standing there.

She grabbed her suit case and slid into the seat. "How far do you go?" she asked the driver.

A deep voice answered, "It depends. Where are you heading?" He asked.
"Do you go any where out of California?" she asked.
"Well not normally, but for you young lady I can. Just let me call my boss." He told her as he started to dial the number.

Lisa seemed to jump in her seat. If only every one could be as nice as the driver.

The man hung up the phone and started to drive. Lisa wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes and was out in no time.

* * *


Lisa was woken by a man shaking her. It was the driver.
"We are here. I am only charging you ten dollars." he told her.
"Thanks." she told him as she took the bag of change and gave him fifth-teen instead.

She stepped out and watched as the taxi drove off. She saw the man wave good-bye. She did the same.

She was no longer in California. She really wasn't sure where she was.She didn't care.

She found a gas station and went in to use the bathroom. She found a job sheet. She saw it was only noon. She might have a chance to go to some job interviews.

She walked a few blocks when she saw McDonalds. She did an interveiw and they didn't wait. She had the job. She was proud of herself.

For a week she slept in a cheap hotel, when finally she had enough money for an appartment. She bought a cheap one. Her life was going smovely. She still had the thought of her parents in her head though. It was hard to think of them as dead.
* * *


It had been almost a month and she was doing amazing. She had money, her appartment, and met a guy at her job. If only her parents were there.

She sat n her appartment when suddenly she heard a knock at her door. She went and answered. She asumed it was her boy friend but it wasn't. Infront of her were her parents. They looked ghostly.
"Oh my god." she said.
"Honey, you are not alone." They both said in unison.

After they said that they were gone. She felt a single tear run down her face. Her parents had been with her since the day they died.

She knew that she would alsays have them with her. She was right till the day she died. Lisa always had her parents by her side. The day Lisa died was May 12. It was the same day that her parents died. She was never going to be alone.