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The Day
March 13, 2015
We swerved afround the corner
just as soon as we thought it was clear
we were struck
rolling like a bowling ball
by a car that rufused to yeild
here I am confused
Wait
Lydia?
Lydia being her
her being my best friend
I have to go find her
I will go now
let me leave I plead
who am I talking to
who is this
a police officer
why am I here
I NEED to leave
let me leave
no he insists
I cry
I have to leave
NO he says again
then I have a question
Where is Lydia
Dead he answers
DEAD
© Garrett M., Port Angeles, WA
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I was sitting in class writing a story and I was looking at a picture of a car crash and I thought I have to write about this. Next thing I know I was writing it in bed and having dreams about it. Then I knew for sure that this was it.