The Lion's Pride vol. 2 (Jun. 2014) | Page 50

43 red. It felt as if I had been laying there for hours, unheard as I yelled for help and blood trailed across my path of vision. The third maddening squeal of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed and into the shower. It was just another slow starting Monday morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes to wear for the day and finished getting ready myself. All of this took longer than usual, not a surprise entirely, so we were running late and rushed as we sprinted to get out the front door. We jumped into my old, well maintained, sky blue Dodge Dart and made our way to school. With the music blasting, our voices singing, and the windows down, it was just another typical ride to school with my sister. Because we were running so late, I was driving fast, too fast. We started down the usual main drag of 3 mile stretch of road full of gravel and flat dirt lands for miles. As we headed down the road out of know where it seemed a dead dear was laying in the middle of the road. Without any chance to blink, and pure instincts I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal except I was going way to fast. The car swerved back to the left, and to the right, and left