I Never Wanted To Leave
A Short Story Part
1
The cars on the expressway zoomed by us as we headed in the
opposite direction. I took my gaze away from the window and
focused it on the clock. It read 9:37. I looked over at my sister
who was sitting next to me. She was barely 18 and wore a blue
Areo sweater and jeans. Her hair was pushed back with a head band
so that her curls were not in her face. My mother, who sat in the
front seat, was wearing a red jacket and black pants. She pulled
down the visor on the passenger side revealing a mirror so she
could fix her make-up. My father was in the driver’s seat
wearing a green t-shirt and shorts despite the fact that it was
early January. My father was the type of person who would wear
shorts all year long and act like it was normal.
I drew my attention back to the cars outside on the expressway. I
was mesmerized the headlights from the on coming traffic and the
peaceful silence that filled the car. As I watched all the cars
zoom past us, across the median made of grass, I took notice to
one car in particular, a green Ford truck that was driving on the
other side of the expressway. There was nothing unusual about the
truck in any way but I couldn’t help but notice it. The
truck seemed to jump out at me like a nickel in a jar of pennies.
I closed my eyes for a moment thinking about the headlights
against the clear night sky. I re-opened my eyes searching for my
green truck when I saw it. The truck was speeding across the
median and was heading straight for us.
My father swerved us in an attempt to get us out of harms way but
his efforts came a moment to late. The truck made contact with
our car sending us crashing into the wall that lined the outside
of the lanes. I grabbed onto the back of the driver’s seat
tried to turn my head away from the window. The car began to roll
as we were hit again by a car from behind us. I felt a stinging
pain in my leg only to look down and see that it was pinned under
a piece of the car door. The glass shattered all over me cutting
up my arm and my face. I looked over at my sister who was crying
as we made our final impact with the wall. My head jerked forward
towards the back of the seat then back again towards the reminder
of the door where it made contact. And that’s when
everything stopped.
I just started this it's the first part of a short
story I'm working on....
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