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This morning I woke up, got on the bus and headed for school. The bus driver's radio was telling us to avoid Water Street because of some kind of a car accident. I thought what anyone would have thought. I felt bad for whoever it was, but nothing more.
On my way to Biology, Glenn stopped me and asked what kind of a car my dad drove. He said some guy with my dad's name was in a car that had crashed near his house. The police had to use the 'jaws of life' to get him out of the car. At first I though, maybe Mike's dad was named Scott. But I couldn't stop thinking, what if that was my dad? The chances weren't good. I told Arianna what Glenn said, and she took me down to the office. I frantically called my dad. Hoping, waiting for him to answer. No one picked up. No one home at my house. My Grammy picks up her phone. First thing she says, "Everything's gonna be alright Sarah."
Turns out it was my dad. Some kid decided that he wouldn't stop at stop sign and crashed right into the side of my dad's car. My dad's car spun out of control, and it flipped numerous times until it went into some lady's yard. It happened right across the street from our church. How ironic. My dad can't remember anything. He has pieces of glass stuck in both of his eyeballs. The entire car is ruined. Think about that, the next time you don't stop at a stop light.
Thank you Arianna for getting my through the morning and staying with me when I needed you ♥