She drove a red car. She absolutely loved that car. It was her freedom. Exactly what every teenager wants; a way out. She wanted a way out more than some but just as much as most. In fact, she did all she could just to graduate a year early. A year early, that would have been this year. She would have gone off to college, further exploring that amazing personality of hers, really living for the first time...and just for her.
Unfortunately her plans were cut short. It happened in that red car. That car she loved. One early morning freedom turned to death. Ginnie was driving, her younger sister sitting in the passenger seat. I can imagine it perfectly. The music going, Ginnie checking in the rear view mirror to make sure her hair and make-up looked good. She always looked amazing. A picture of style. I can't help but imagine she looked in that mirror and was satisfied. I can see her and her sister Ashley, singing along to verses of Taking Back Sunday or Plain White T's. Laughing, having a good morning, and dreading actually having to go to school.
