In the last minute, of the last period of the day, I walked to the front of the classroom and handed in my class work for English.

           Ring, ring, ring.
I made my way out of my class as the students scattered out into the hallways. I spun my locker combo:  36, 16, 6.  My locker popped open. I packed my bag with all my folders and notebooks and shut my locker and headed outside to my mom waiting in the parking lot. The warm wind hit my semi tan face as I grabbed the hot handle, opened the passenger door to my mom’s white Ford Edge and stepped inside.
I closed the door and my mom said, “Hi, how was school today?”
I responded, “It was good! my presentation in global was great, I got a 100%!”
My mom was always proud of me, “Alexis that’s great! Do you wanna stop for some food?”
          “Sure!!” I answered.
          She asked me,”Where do you wanna go?”
We looked at each other and knew we were thinking of the same place.
“Tim Hortons!” We said.
          She offered to get something for dad when he gets home from work. I always question when he's going to come home because he usually goes to a bar with his friends after work but he probably will so I thought of getting him a coffee and a vanilla dip doughnut; my dad and my mom both love their dark roast coffee.
We strolled up to the drive through speaker and this raspy voice said, “Hello my names Laura what can I get you?”
“I will have 2 medium dark roast coffees, a vanilla dip and boston creme doughnut. Alexis what do you want?” my mom says
“I’ll have a small french vanilla iced capp and a chocolate chip muffin,” I responded
The worker, Laura asked, “Is that all for today?”
“Yes,” my mom answered.
“That will be eight dollars and twenty six cents, pull up to the next window, thank you have a good day!” Laura said.
My mom said with a friendly smile, “Thank you! You too!”
           We pulled up slowly to the window and my mom handed her the money and she gave us our food. My mom handed me my iced Capp, I unwrapped the straw and took a sip, I love the way it gives me chills through my body on a nice summer day. The windows were rolled down to let the warm summer air blow through my long brunette hair.
    We turned on our street and a littles way down and turned into the driveway, I got out of the car and helped my mom carry the drinks and snacks inside. As I strolled up the walkway to my house, I could smell the lilacs in my dad's garden, it always made me feel like home. Molly barked and scratched at the door as my mom jostled the key in the knob. The big white door flung open and Molly jumped on my legs excited that I was home. It’s 3:24 and I’m assuming my dad will get home from work at 5:15 so I placed his coffee and doughnut on the kitchen counter top. My mom unlocked the back door and hooked molly up to a leash that hung from the house to a far tree off to the right in our backyard. I walk up the long wooden stairs and turned right into my light purple room that has these cute white curtains that hang above my windows. I grabbed the cold remote and click the tv on, sat on my bed and pulled out my chocolate chip muffin and took a bite and sipped my iced capp. I put on netflix and turned my favorite show, grey’s anatomy.
After two episodes in, I smelled the seasoning from my mom’s red sauce, it was her favorite dish to make. It was about 4:55 and my dad was getting home soon so I took my empty iced capp cup and my wrapper from my muffin and walked back down the long wooden stairs and into the kitchen where my mom was cooking dinner, I threw out my garbage.
My mom asked, “Can you help me set the table, I’m almost done cooking?”
“Of course, it smells great!!” I responded.
    I gently grabbed three forks, knifes, spoons, plates, cups, a couple napkins and brought them to the table, one spot for my dad, my mom and then for me. The noodles were done cooking and so was the red sauce, It was about 5:20 and we were holding back eating till my dad got home. Time passed and it was 5:35 and he should’ve been home by now but we both assumed he was just catching up on some work. So my mom and I started to eat our pasta, the bread was so nice and crunchy I grabbed for another. We finished our dinner, I picked up the dirty dishes and silverware, rinsed them off and swiftly placed them in the dishwasher. My mom grabs the phone and dials my dads phone number 716-645-9923, it dialed for a while then went to voicemail. She hung up the phone and thought he was on his way home and didn’t want to pick it up because he was driving. An hour or two passed and the phone rings, my mom jumped and anxiously picked it up and shouted, “Derek where have you been you were suppose to be home a while ago?!?”
The voice questioned, “Is this Amy Grey.”
Amy responds, “Yes this is she”
“You're husband has been is a car accident at 7:21 on sweet home road, It was classified as a DWI, there was complications at the scene, I am so sorry for your loss.” The Policeman said
A chill went down my spine, My heart stopped beating , I couldn’t breathe, We bolted in the car and drove to where the accident occurred. We slowly pulled up to the scene and I saw my dad's black honda accord completely demolished up against a big SUV. The windshield was shattered and the hood was bent upward and saw my dad on a gurney with blood dripping down his face.
I bolted over to him and grabbed his bloody arm and screeched, “Don’t go dad, don’t go! Come back” As my mom kissed his cheek, a tear dripped from her face and hit his and they pulled him away.    
The next morning I woke up to the sun glaring in through the crack of my window. I lie there thinking about how different my life will be, who will maintain the garden, who will I have to tell all my secrets to. There was so many unfinished conversations with him that were gone forever, it's not even been a day and I already feel empty.                                             *                                                               *                                                               *
As I walk down the creaky staircase and peer into the living room, I watch my dad grab the bottle, he closed his eyes and took a big gulp.
He stood there in silence, I walked over to him and he was swaying back and forth and said, “Alexis, I love love love you so much” with a big smile.
I watched his head spin as he hit the floor. A couple hours later he woke up in the same spot where he passed out, I stayed with him the whole night to make sure he was okay.
He sat up with his hand on his head and asked me, “What happened?”
And I told him the same thing I tell him every time,”You drank a little too much, but you're fine it's okay go back to sleep”
He nodded his head and responds,”Oh okay” As I hand him a pillow and he gently lays his head on the soft cotton and dozes off.