She's late.
She’s late.
12 minutes until the last bell and she’s at least 15 minutes away.
“How could you do this? You have a paper due first thing and you haven’t even written it!”
She hurries to her car, pulls out of her driveway and kicks it into 50 in an attempt to salvage whatever paper-writing time she has left.
About 2 minutes into the drive, she notices someone driving behind her.
Following really close-so close that they could be a proverbial dingle berry on her butt.
Except she washes herself, so she doesn’t literally have them.
At each stop she tries to lose her follower, but seconds later, the Audi is there behind her.
“Maybe I should just pull over and let this person pass me. I swear those headlights are going to make me blind.”
Instead, she reaches one of the last stops, glides through, and quickly accelerates in hopes of shaking off the tag along.
“Ah, finally. What a biatch. Bright lights are for nighttime, not for 7:20 in the morning. Retard.”
She notices that there are no headlights glaring into her rearview mirror.
Finally she can relax.
Rounding a corner, she signals to take a left, slowing and stopping to yield to the drivers in the oncoming lane.
In a split second she feels a jolting blow from behind and the sound of metal on metal and the crunching of glass.
Like in slow motion, she realizes her foot is off the brakes and her car is careening into the approaching lane, heading straight for an F-350, which was driving like a bat out of hell.
Quickly, she jams on her brakes and maneuvers her car to the inside of the turn, onto the side of the road and away from immediate danger.
“I am so screwed. My car is gone, my license is gone, and I am effing done!”
She sits for a second and shakes out of shock, while a bystander begins to redirect and conduct traffic.
She looks in her rearview mirror and notices that the car that had hit her from behind, that Audi, was still in the middle of the road and no movement was coming from the inside.
“Was it my fault? Did I kill somebody?”
Finally, like the gates to some dam deep inside her body had been open, she lets out a long, welcome, cry and immediately goes into hysterics.
She jumps from her car and goes around the backside.
From where she stood, on the rear left side of her car, there was minimal to no damage.
“Good. Thank God.”
As she rounds the back of the car, she realizes her first judgment of the damage to her car was so far off--it was almost hysterical.
“What the effing hell!” After a brief pause, “I need to call someone!”
The jogger, who had since stopped directing traffic since a fireman came, rushes over and tried to calm her.
She notices he has a call phone attached to his belt.
“I need to call my mom.”
He looks around, calling for a cell phone.
“But YOU have a cell phone!”
No one is letting her call her mom and she has no idea why.
Some EMTs had arrived and they were looking into the Audi.
A police chief walks over to her, as she cries and mumbles obscenities over and over.
He asks her if she has any pain.
Through sobs she replies, “Only in my neck, but I think that’s just from stress.”
“Get back in your car!” He had said it with so much intensity, and she is immediately scared.
“What do you mean get in my car! I need to call my mom!”
More gentle this time, “Get in your car and try to stay warm, I will call your mom soon.”
As she heads back to her car, she hears the officer calling the EMTs over and discussing what to do with her.
She is scared, shaken up and feels so alone. No one would talk to her, and she couldn’t help but wonder who was in that car, and whether they were alright.
While she sits in her seat, she becomes increasingly aware of a sharp pain on both sides of her neck.
Within a minute, a group of EMTs comes to her car, one coming in from each door.
One of the EMTs, a lady, grabs her head and wouldn’t let her turn around--she could not see anything.
A man pushes a huge, white neck brace around her neck and straps it tight.
“Holy crap. And to think I spent two hours putting my hair into curlers last night. What an effing waste.”
A long, straight, yellow board was being pushed underneath her, and hands were grabbing at her belt loops.
It was like an attack by some weird group of Indians, except they all smelled like medicine and were pretty gentle.
On the count of three, the group of EMTs take her out of her car and into the back of the ambulance.
Shock starts to set in, and she wonders if she had peed her pants.
After a long, bumpy, uncomfortable ride in the ambulance, she arrives at the hospital.
When she gets into her room, her mom is waiting.
It is a relief, but she is afraid her mom is going to get mad at her.
(She was wrong.)
She waits for a short time and takes a set of x-rays.
The doctor comes back a little worried and says a couple of her vertebrates are uneven, so he’d have to take more x-rays.
After the second set, she waits inside the x-ray examining room, still strapped to the yellow board, with the monster of a neck brace secure around her neck.
At last a technician comes in and says she could take off the neck brace.
There doesn’t seem to be any more problems.
She is so relieved and almost immediately goes back to her old self.
As one of the technicians wheels her back to her room, tons of people stare at her.
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you pulled a white sheet over my whole body and pretended that I was dead?”
The technician doesn’t think that this is very funny.
She is released within a couple hours and returns back to her house.
It turns out the girl who hit her was her age, 16, with 2 or 3 teenagers riding along.
Audi girl also happened to live just a couple houses away from her.
Because of the Audi girl’s carelessness and lack of attention to her surroundings, Her car was wrecked, and her neck hurt like a mother.
She thought it was the most unjust, stupid thing that could ever happen.
Her parents’ thought that it would be a good idea to check out the actual amount of damage done to her car to determine whether it was worth saving or not.
As soon as she sees the damage to her car again, in a different light with loads of decaying cars piled all around it, she falls apart.
“I swear to God I will hunt that girl down and kick her in her face.”
***And I will. I will hunt her down, make her beg for forgiveness and then, with all the force I can muster, kick her in her silly, stupid, non-paying attention-
Actually, I just want an apology. An apology that maybe she was too scared to give before, while I was lying on a stretcher with rain running down my face.
One that wont help my first car get fixed, wont help the fact that I missed turning in my paper missed tons of major tests and it wont get back my last day of school before thanksgiving break.
But it will help me forgive her.
And it will help me live my life free of resentment.
“To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do.” Job 5:2
Well, I sure do sound like a drama queen, but if I explained in the way that most people do, you’d be even MORE bored than you are now.
Anyway, besides the constant pain in my neck and the effects of tranquilizers that could take down a horse, I am great. How are you doing?
p.s. sorry it's so damn long. my AIM is down and this is the only kindof typing i can do since i can't connect to any messengers and what not. If you really read the whole thing, reply and I will pay you a dollar. okay that is all.
12 minutes until the last bell and she’s at least 15 minutes away.
“How could you do this? You have a paper due first thing and you haven’t even written it!”
She hurries to her car, pulls out of her driveway and kicks it into 50 in an attempt to salvage whatever paper-writing time she has left.
About 2 minutes into the drive, she notices someone driving behind her.
Following really close-so close that they could be a proverbial dingle berry on her butt.
Except she washes herself, so she doesn’t literally have them.
At each stop she tries to lose her follower, but seconds later, the Audi is there behind her.
“Maybe I should just pull over and let this person pass me. I swear those headlights are going to make me blind.”
Instead, she reaches one of the last stops, glides through, and quickly accelerates in hopes of shaking off the tag along.
“Ah, finally. What a biatch. Bright lights are for nighttime, not for 7:20 in the morning. Retard.”
She notices that there are no headlights glaring into her rearview mirror.
Finally she can relax.
Rounding a corner, she signals to take a left, slowing and stopping to yield to the drivers in the oncoming lane.
In a split second she feels a jolting blow from behind and the sound of metal on metal and the crunching of glass.
Like in slow motion, she realizes her foot is off the brakes and her car is careening into the approaching lane, heading straight for an F-350, which was driving like a bat out of hell.
Quickly, she jams on her brakes and maneuvers her car to the inside of the turn, onto the side of the road and away from immediate danger.
“I am so screwed. My car is gone, my license is gone, and I am effing done!”
She sits for a second and shakes out of shock, while a bystander begins to redirect and conduct traffic.
She looks in her rearview mirror and notices that the car that had hit her from behind, that Audi, was still in the middle of the road and no movement was coming from the inside.
“Was it my fault? Did I kill somebody?”
Finally, like the gates to some dam deep inside her body had been open, she lets out a long, welcome, cry and immediately goes into hysterics.
She jumps from her car and goes around the backside.
From where she stood, on the rear left side of her car, there was minimal to no damage.
“Good. Thank God.”
As she rounds the back of the car, she realizes her first judgment of the damage to her car was so far off--it was almost hysterical.
“What the effing hell!” After a brief pause, “I need to call someone!”
The jogger, who had since stopped directing traffic since a fireman came, rushes over and tried to calm her.
She notices he has a call phone attached to his belt.
“I need to call my mom.”
He looks around, calling for a cell phone.
“But YOU have a cell phone!”
No one is letting her call her mom and she has no idea why.
Some EMTs had arrived and they were looking into the Audi.
A police chief walks over to her, as she cries and mumbles obscenities over and over.
He asks her if she has any pain.
Through sobs she replies, “Only in my neck, but I think that’s just from stress.”
“Get back in your car!” He had said it with so much intensity, and she is immediately scared.
“What do you mean get in my car! I need to call my mom!”
More gentle this time, “Get in your car and try to stay warm, I will call your mom soon.”
As she heads back to her car, she hears the officer calling the EMTs over and discussing what to do with her.
She is scared, shaken up and feels so alone. No one would talk to her, and she couldn’t help but wonder who was in that car, and whether they were alright.
While she sits in her seat, she becomes increasingly aware of a sharp pain on both sides of her neck.
Within a minute, a group of EMTs comes to her car, one coming in from each door.
One of the EMTs, a lady, grabs her head and wouldn’t let her turn around--she could not see anything.
A man pushes a huge, white neck brace around her neck and straps it tight.
“Holy crap. And to think I spent two hours putting my hair into curlers last night. What an effing waste.”
A long, straight, yellow board was being pushed underneath her, and hands were grabbing at her belt loops.
It was like an attack by some weird group of Indians, except they all smelled like medicine and were pretty gentle.
On the count of three, the group of EMTs take her out of her car and into the back of the ambulance.
Shock starts to set in, and she wonders if she had peed her pants.
After a long, bumpy, uncomfortable ride in the ambulance, she arrives at the hospital.
When she gets into her room, her mom is waiting.
It is a relief, but she is afraid her mom is going to get mad at her.
(She was wrong.)
She waits for a short time and takes a set of x-rays.
The doctor comes back a little worried and says a couple of her vertebrates are uneven, so he’d have to take more x-rays.
After the second set, she waits inside the x-ray examining room, still strapped to the yellow board, with the monster of a neck brace secure around her neck.
At last a technician comes in and says she could take off the neck brace.
There doesn’t seem to be any more problems.
She is so relieved and almost immediately goes back to her old self.
As one of the technicians wheels her back to her room, tons of people stare at her.
“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you pulled a white sheet over my whole body and pretended that I was dead?”
The technician doesn’t think that this is very funny.
She is released within a couple hours and returns back to her house.
It turns out the girl who hit her was her age, 16, with 2 or 3 teenagers riding along.
Audi girl also happened to live just a couple houses away from her.
Because of the Audi girl’s carelessness and lack of attention to her surroundings, Her car was wrecked, and her neck hurt like a mother.
She thought it was the most unjust, stupid thing that could ever happen.
Her parents’ thought that it would be a good idea to check out the actual amount of damage done to her car to determine whether it was worth saving or not.
As soon as she sees the damage to her car again, in a different light with loads of decaying cars piled all around it, she falls apart.
“I swear to God I will hunt that girl down and kick her in her face.”
***And I will. I will hunt her down, make her beg for forgiveness and then, with all the force I can muster, kick her in her silly, stupid, non-paying attention-
Actually, I just want an apology. An apology that maybe she was too scared to give before, while I was lying on a stretcher with rain running down my face.
One that wont help my first car get fixed, wont help the fact that I missed turning in my paper missed tons of major tests and it wont get back my last day of school before thanksgiving break.
But it will help me forgive her.
And it will help me live my life free of resentment.
“To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do.” Job 5:2
Well, I sure do sound like a drama queen, but if I explained in the way that most people do, you’d be even MORE bored than you are now.
Anyway, besides the constant pain in my neck and the effects of tranquilizers that could take down a horse, I am great. How are you doing?
p.s. sorry it's so damn long. my AIM is down and this is the only kindof typing i can do since i can't connect to any messengers and what not. If you really read the whole thing, reply and I will pay you a dollar. okay that is all.