On a sunny Monday in the middle of Summer 2015, my friends and I decided …show more content…
It is one of the biggest concerns that I have because I know a lot of people stay on their phones while driving, including my parents. It is becoming more and more common and I am afraid that the young adults that are getting ready to learn how to drive to get their permits or the teens that are getting their licenses are watching what other people do and if the adult that is teaching them to drive uses their cell phone while driving than young adults are going to assume it is a normal thing to do and that it is ok to do if their guardians are doing that same thing and not bringing more awareness to how dangerous it is to be using cell phones while driving are.two lanes and had dodged my car from hitting hers five times. I became embarrassed about what she had said because I believed I was driving normal and perfectly fine when in reality I put many people’s lives in danger other than just my own for not just waiting an hour and thirty minutes until I got back to school to check my social media and text …show more content…
I was a sophomore and I had a lot of friends that were upperclassmen. The place to go eat at least once a week after school on a Wednesday was a place called AJ’s on Okaloosa Island. Two girls that went to my school worked there who were also “popular” from being on the cheer team for football. Abby and Alexis were their names. Abby was the same grade as me but I never really knew her personally but we knew of each other because of mutual friends and she always the one serving us at AJ’s and Alexis was her best friend. They were both blonde and beautiful. On a Wednesday afternoon, second semester, I walked into school and there was such an eerie feeling that day. When you entered the building it felt as if a heavy blanket of somber swarmed my heart. I walked into world geography class and sit down in my assigned seat, which was two rows back from the front and close to the window. As the school bell rang for class to start kids started pouring in from the halls into the doorway and my teacher, Mrs. Karington, was the last one in. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying. There was the desk that Abby sat in, empty. As I looked around to see if she moved seats, I heard my teacher clear her throat. She explained to our class that Abby got in a car wreck in which caused her to die on impact. The driver who t-boned her ran a red light because he was distracted by his phone. While telling