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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