As it was summer, the window was open. When the accident happened the car rolled over and I came out of the window. Of all those in the car, I received the worst injuries - the driver got a broken shoulder. Apparently the person who went into the back of us had only been driving for a week. "I was in a coma for a couple of months.
Linda pokes her head out from behind the dark heavy curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. With her sleepy eyes and a genital voice reminds me to turn on the mirror heaters, the windshield wipers and slow the truck to an appropriate speed. Linda quietly disappears behind the sleeper curtains just as calmly as she appeared. My heart racing from the excitement and beauty loudly beats in my chest as if I had just run a race. I watch into the distance as I slowly move down a long and winding road.
Ms. Lillian Jean wasn’t satisfied, so she got into her way again. “she reached for my arm and attempted to push me off the sidewalk. I braced myself and swept my arm backward, out of Lillian Jean's reach. But someone caught it from behind, painfully twisting it, and shoved me off the sidewalk into the road. I landed bottom first on the ground.
and it brought me to a apartment building’ its walls were cracked and there seemed to be no doors on their hinges, out of nowhere someone grabs me and I start to struggle to get loose but it 's to late they have knocked me out. I’ve woke up laying on a tattered up old looking bed, my feet were freezing
Nevertheless, fifty yards from her dearest friend Estelle Louise’s dirt driveway, the truck’s bald tires skidded across a massive oil slick. As a result, the pickup spins uncontrollably in loose circles as it continues down the middle of the narrow country road, before it finally slithers sideways and abruptly stops. She guffaws when she realized the Chevy had
The bus won’t ignite its fuel and start working. Blood spilt on the grass and on the bus walls. We try to shake and wake up the driver and our couch, but the responses were the two cold bodies with dark red liquid on their foreheads. Anna is deeply cut in her arm by a chunk of glass from the window, to such an extent that she sobs and groans like a three-year-old kid having his lollipop taken away. Belle has been squeezing her shin area since she got out of the bus.
“Get in the car.” I yelled at my sister as she lagged behind pretending to be in her own world. I thought of all the times in the last hour and a half that I had yelled at my sister. I only did it because she annoyed me and really gets on my nerves. I thought back to when Mr. Zimmerman said we had to go on a hike.
His feet pounded down onto the blood-stained floor, his stomps ricocheting around the desolate hallway. All around him lights flared and sirens shrieked endlessly, a visual symphony to accompany his impending doom. Shadows encapsulated every part of the room, yet his eyes still darted around, attempting to find any sign of the incoming danger. He sprinted into the confined box of the elevator, the walls around him hugging him close, as if to say he would be safe here. He slammed his hands against the flickering buttons, drops of blood sliding down the metal as he punched it again and again.
Not only 2 miles later we were back on the side of the road dealing with this stubborn foreign car. With 4 hours of constantly driving it and it breaking down we finally made it to the exit that was 5 miles up the highway. At this exit we were all confused why this was happening to us. It seemed like our vacation was slowly crumbling in front of us. Logan, who was driving Sammie’s car at the time, had consumed numerous energy drinks and caffeine pills which were suppose to keep him awake for his driving shift.
I explained how Daisy was the one driving the yellow car that hit Mrs. Wilson, because she believed that driving would help settle her. Mr. Wilson was shaking by the time I finished. He held his head in his hands, whispering "Oh God," over and over again. Officer Smith 's mouth was set into a small frown by the end of my explanation.
But since it just rained days before the land was very soft and was not safe enought to be driving big trucks on at high speeds. Well as kids do, we do stuff before we think. So we all jump in my friends truck, in the cab and also in the
Cruthis recalls that as she was driving, “I felt the car skid a little bit, and then I lost control and I couldn’t turn the wheel.” She remembers that when the car started to swerve, “I tucked my feet under the seat because my dad told me never to hit the brakes in this situation. I tensed my arms up so I didn’t touch the wheel and cause any more damage than was about to happen.” The car began to spin in the opposite direction. “I spun about three times before it drove straight into a ravine.
It was a bright, hot, summer, afternoon about six years ago. When my whole family including some of my cousins were having a picnic. This was no ordinary picnic, as we were at my grandpa’s field, had out the swimming pool, and the wagon for gator rides around the field, as well as tons of food. You could smell the damp towels, gator gas, and the delicious aroma of food all around. After I finished eating my lunch of savory chicken off the grill, crunchy corn on the cob, and drank my ice cold lemonade; I decided to take a joyride around the field while everyone else finished eating.
Rough Draft #3 “Y’all stay away from the road!” yelled my step-dad. That’s what my family and I heard from standing in the field off the highway in the middle of humid Florida. The transmission on our burgundy suburban had gone out. My step-dad thought he could fix it with his mechanic background, but he couldn’t.