When I first moved to Ste. Genevive I was in seventh grade and was about fourteen, we moved to a trailer park and half my family there my uncle, cousins, aunt, and uncles. One day after school my mom told me not to ride the bus she was gonna pick me up. It was about 3:10 and she still wasn’t there I didn’t know what to do so I started walking when I noticed my moms car on the side of the road she had been in a wreck and the other car was my cousins. Both of them were fine but no one was for sure what had happened until the cop came over to my mom and said the other person was on drugs. When the cop said that my cousin was on drugs I didn’t know what to think. When we finally got home my cousin stayed in jail for about a year and when he got
