Personal Narrative: The Moments That Changed My Life

People are always talking about moments. Those split seconds of your life where you feel like nothing can touch you, like nothing can go wrong. But no one ever talks about what happens after those moments. When you come hurdling full speed back down to earth, and find yourself one again in reality, looking dazedly around and trying to figure how for that one moment everything could have been perfect, and how it could change so suddenly.

I've had plenty of moments. And they were everything a moment is supposed to be.

But now I'm trapped in the aftermath, with the boy I shared them with on my left, staring blankly ahead at the road in front of him, knuckles white as he clutches the steering wheel. Doing anything he possibly can to avoid catching my eye.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to be here, but somehow, he'd managed to crash last minute into my life, as he always seemed
She smiled sheepishly and mouthed an apology, in response to which I just sighed and looked out the window.

It wasn't even really her fault. She hadn't asked him to come. But her crazy, loving, overprotective parents had decided that even though the two of us were eighteen and fully capable of taking care of ourselves, we needed a bodyguard.

Which is where Mr.Moments came in.

Apparently, his being at college for a year on his own warranted him the right to watch over us.

I'm sure he had better things to do with his time than go on a road trip with his baby sister and her best friend, whom he had a past with. And he made that clear from the second he got into the car.

He hadn't said a word since we got on the road, instead turning on the radio and avoiding both my own and Lily's gazes. His silence plus our position of me in the passenger's seat and her behind me made talking awkward, so the three of us sat in tense