It was September 23, 2006, and my brother, my parents, and I was getting ready to go to my sister’s wedding. I had been searching in the attic the all day to find one of my mother’s old dresses to wear. After looking through a copious amount of family photo albums, I found an old box. It was so dusty could have been an artifact in King Tut’s tomb, untouched for thousands of years. I blew the dust off revealing a lively floral pattern of lilies, daisies, and even some chrysanthemums. My heart laughed as I opened the box. I carefully “took” the dress out of the box and put it on. It fit like a glove, it was covered in beautiful, eye-catching red roses. I tied my Nana’s favorite string of pearls around my neck and spun around. My giddy dance was
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I looked out the window only to see a blinding wall of raindrops. I yelled to my dad telling him, “We have to stop! It is too dangerous!” But, he could not hear me over the rain pounding the thin metal roof of his car. I turned towards my brother in a panic only to be blinded by a white light. Our car was sent flying, skidding across the wet ground like a kid on a waterslide. My ears were ringing, I was screaming, and I thought that I had to be dreaming, I was not. A semi truck had hit us and our car was sent spinning off of the side of the road. It tumbled down the side of the hill for what felt like forever. I was surrounded by darkness, I was paralyzed, afraid to move. Finally, the car stopped, it slammed into a …show more content…
I reached the top and saw lights flickering in the distance. A flicker of hope was still alive within me, as hope is man’s sole comfort in tragedy. I ran as fast as I could towards the lights. There were police officers and paramedics searching for us. The people the in semi truck were injured, but had survived and managed to call the police. They rushed towards me like bees to their hive. I told them where the car was. We had skidded fifty feet down the road and fell down a twenty-foot drop. A man swooped me up and plopped me down in an ambulance. How badly I wished to be back in the attic. I wished that I could just curl up in hide in one of my mom’s old floral boxes and escape this nightmare. I did not understand how one second everything could be so perfect and the next everything that I loved was
I looked out the window only to see a blinding wall of raindrops. I yelled to my dad telling him, “We have to stop! It is too dangerous!” But, he could not hear me over the rain pounding the thin metal roof of his car. I turned towards my brother in a panic only to be blinded by a white light. Our car was sent flying, skidding across the wet ground like a kid on a waterslide. My ears were ringing, I was screaming, and I thought that I had to be dreaming, I was not. A semi truck had hit us and our car was sent spinning off of the side of the road. It tumbled down the side of the hill for what felt like forever. I was surrounded by darkness, I was paralyzed, afraid to move. Finally, the car stopped, it slammed into a …show more content…
I reached the top and saw lights flickering in the distance. A flicker of hope was still alive within me, as hope is man’s sole comfort in tragedy. I ran as fast as I could towards the lights. There were police officers and paramedics searching for us. The people the in semi truck were injured, but had survived and managed to call the police. They rushed towards me like bees to their hive. I told them where the car was. We had skidded fifty feet down the road and fell down a twenty-foot drop. A man swooped me up and plopped me down in an ambulance. How badly I wished to be back in the attic. I wished that I could just curl up in hide in one of my mom’s old floral boxes and escape this nightmare. I did not understand how one second everything could be so perfect and the next everything that I loved was