• This is the story of the short life of Victoria Windley. Victoria or as she liked to be called Vicky wash quiet and never seen, there was one thing she wanted in the world and that was to marry Greggorie or Greg and run of and live happily ever after in florence italy. that wish never came true for her, for she never lived past the youthful age of 15. this story starts on a cold winter day in december shortly after christmas. she walked along the road a red rose in hand, and her heart climbing into her throat and she grew every closer and closer to Gregs house. she walked down his driveway her feet crunching in the cold crisp snow. she approched his door step and with a big breath and and big sigh she rang the doorbell. tence moments past before the door swung open, and she was greeted by unfriendly eyes. Greg stood there in silence and said "Well what do you want?! you just gonna stand there?" Vivky flinched and the hurtful knives in his words and said "I...Well i just wanted to say that....well...I LOVE YOU!" she threw the rose at the closing door as she fled in tears and awash in embarisment. the salty tear struck her lips and froze her face, at the end of the driveway she looked back to see greg peer through the door pick up the rose and walk back inside. in that she found slight comfort and hope that he would realise how she felt about him and that she truely truely loved him. and she carryed that hope and that wishful thought all the way home. and as she crossed the road thoughts wizzing through her head and her heart still just climbing back into her chest and the slight tingle of adrenelin still slugging through her veins. A soud rang out into the day, the squeel of tires slammed into her ear drums. she looked up from her dirty shoes and all she saw were two bright light rushing to meet her. The car slammed into her rib and she heard a SNAP, CRACK! then the incredible throubing stinging stabbing pain shot up her side then something stabbed her stomach and she was thrown over the hood of the car, the car screached to a sudden hault and she was sent tumbling acrossed the frozzen road. her limp broken and broosed body came to a slidding stop and didnt move. she layed there half in shock hal in excrusiating pain. she gasped and tryed and tryed to pull the oxygen back into her lungs but no mater how she tryed the air just didnt fill them. her head was spinning and she heard the crunching of feet running for her and heard someone she never wanted to hear speak to her again yell "OH MY GOD! CALL 911 NOW! I'LL GO SEE WHO IT IS!" she layed there unable to tell were the grouded ended and the sky began, Greg flipped her over and she felt the bones in her side scraping and sliding together the fresh pain shot up her side and from then on all she could remember was bright lights and the sounds of sirens whailing. the paramedics lifted her onto a stretcher and her eyes gave way to darkness and silence. Air never filled her lungs again, her heart then never beated again. the bitter hormony of the last words spoken to her rang in her ears untill the final thump of her dieing heart, and so the end of this story lays here Greg never knew of Vicky true feelings and never had the chance to show his his sorry words. you never know, if you say something bad to someone it may be the last thing they hear.