“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh, sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.
“Hey Aaron,” says Sophia as I walk toward her and the tree she stands by. It’s our usual meeting spot, everyday for the past 4 years. “Hey Sophia,” I say back. She smiles. We turn and make our way towards the school. “How’s your mom?” she asks. My mom’s been in the hospital for two weeks because of a coma. A car hit her, than knocked out instantly, and I’ve been living with …show more content…
I finish my sandwich and then decide to get ready for the party. I’ll do my homework later. I go shower and turn the water on as hot as it goes. I steam up the bathroom almost immediately and step in. The hot water feels exeptional on my back, and I just let the water stream down my back. I stay in there for a while and wash up. I get out and dry off. I walk to my room and pick out a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. I spray some cologne on and dry my hair. I walk out and look at the clock and see that it’s 5:50. I won’t have enough time to walk there, so I walk outside and try to wave down a cab. One pulls over and I get in and check out the driver. He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t give it a second …show more content…
Well, whatever. “345 Maple Street W.” “K. Don’t know that place right off the top of my head. Might have to give me directions.” “Okay, just head straight until the cliff, then turn left.” We head off, and write away, I can tell this guy is not sober. He’s swerving all over the road, not going a consistent speed. I consider telling him to pull over and let me out, but it’s only a couple blocks, so I figure I’ll be okay. The cliff comes into view and the man speeds up.
“Okay, turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh, sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.
I recognize those eyes; they’re my
“Hey Aaron,” says Sophia as I walk toward her and the tree she stands by. It’s our usual meeting spot, everyday for the past 4 years. “Hey Sophia,” I say back. She smiles. We turn and make our way towards the school. “How’s your mom?” she asks. My mom’s been in the hospital for two weeks because of a coma. A car hit her, than knocked out instantly, and I’ve been living with …show more content…
I finish my sandwich and then decide to get ready for the party. I’ll do my homework later. I go shower and turn the water on as hot as it goes. I steam up the bathroom almost immediately and step in. The hot water feels exeptional on my back, and I just let the water stream down my back. I stay in there for a while and wash up. I get out and dry off. I walk to my room and pick out a pair of jeans and a gray shirt. I spray some cologne on and dry my hair. I walk out and look at the clock and see that it’s 5:50. I won’t have enough time to walk there, so I walk outside and try to wave down a cab. One pulls over and I get in and check out the driver. He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t give it a second …show more content…
Well, whatever. “345 Maple Street W.” “K. Don’t know that place right off the top of my head. Might have to give me directions.” “Okay, just head straight until the cliff, then turn left.” We head off, and write away, I can tell this guy is not sober. He’s swerving all over the road, not going a consistent speed. I consider telling him to pull over and let me out, but it’s only a couple blocks, so I figure I’ll be okay. The cliff comes into view and the man speeds up.
“Okay, turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh, sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.
I recognize those eyes; they’re my