All in all, the day was supposed to be perfect. The Perfect, beautiful sunny skies with just that right temperature that made you wanna sit outside and breathe in the fresh air. A Day that starts so great with everything going right. One can only assume one of two things. Either Lady Luck has smiled in their favor, or life's about to hit you with a curveball.
That day I woke up in my room, Groggy, but otherwise it was a good start. Went through the normal morning motions of going downstairs to eat. Parents and siblings were in a rush for some reason. Went back upstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth. Couldn't forget the Listerine mouthwash either. Unlike my siblings, I was born autistic. Everything has to be in the right order in the right way, otherwise the whole day is ruined!
I head back to my room, checking the weather. It was a sunny day, so I wore my favorite blue outfit: A blue shirt that had a pattern similar to a famous Starry Night painting, and some faded blue jog pants. After that, I did my hair and made sure everything was in order. Once done, I took my bag to the car as they all eventually stumbled out. Eventually, Dad came out and began the role call.
First into the Car was Mom. Dad refused to address her by name, so we didn't disrespect her by calling her anything else. Then there was Jacobs. He was applying to be a Plumber, and so far, he was on the right track. Afterwards was RiRi. She was applying to be a Mechanic and was going to be going to her first job after Jacobs and I got dropped off. Then he called out "Ella," which was me. Afterwards, Dad got in and started the car after we all confirmed we had everything.
Our First Drop off was Jacobs's since his testing center was a Local trade school around the corner. I barely remember the conversation as I was still shrugging off sleep from that morning. Then there was RiRi's at the Autoshop next to the mall. I seriously envy her for how lucky she is. Afterwards, Dad dropped Mom off at her doctor's office before driving me to get an account set up. I seriously owed Dad for hiding the test. In truth, I hadn't taken the final test cause i Flunked on all the practicals. General knowledge speaking, I was great, but specific field-wise, even an Elementary school kid could do better.
We had just left the internet cafe when Dad got into a fight with a homeless person who had made some catcalls at me. I tried to pull Dad away, but the homeless person failed to shove Dad and pushed me out onto the street. It took me a second to recover before everything went wrong. I heard dad scream my name as bright lights were in my eyes. Then everything went dark