"Ok Students, take your seats." Senora Gonzalez said in Spanish. "Hey Amy, so I heard that your going to that party tonight, are you?" Whispered Chuck, one of Amy's many friends. "Yea, I can't wait to just, chill. Relax, ya no? The way we were intended to." Amy said back in a hushed tone. "I hear that man, Chuck said, as they pounded fists and got ready for a tough session of Spanish.
"Hey mom, can I borrow the car tonight?" Chimed Amy to her mom in her sweetest possible voice. "What for?" Her mom answered. "Uh...A party." She told her mom thoughtfully. "There won't be any drugs or alcohol there right?" Demanded her mom. "No mom, there won't be any drugs or alcohol there." Heck yes there will!! Thought Amy. "Ok." Her mom said. "I trust you. But don't do anything stupid. Or you will lose all of that trust." "I know, Mom. I know." But Amy really had no idea what will be a result of her horrible actions.
*Puff puff* "Ahhh, that's how I like to relax!" Said Amy sluggishly, already feeling a result of the Marijuana. "Pass me the beer." Amy took a huge gulp of the beer. If only your mom knew what you were doing! She would be horrified. Said a voice in her head. "I.. I gotta get home, Said Amy, obviously not thinking her actions through." "Na." Said Chuck. "Don't. It would be too hard for you to drive." "Oh, pish posh, I've done it before.!" Amy said angrily. "Amy, you've had ALOT tonight, don't go out there." "Whatever." Amy said angrily, as she grabbed her car keys and trudged out the door.
She stumbled to her car, almost falling numerous times. "Woah Amy, C'mon." Said Amy to herself out loud. She proceeded to open her car door. She went inside of her car and fumbled around for the slot which she would put the key in. "Now, where the heck is that keyhole." She mumbled to herself. After she got the key in the hole, she started the car with ease, backing out of the driveway.
The first couple miles on the road were fine, but eventually, she knew that this wasn't going to turn out good at all. She was driving way to fast and way to wrecklessly, obviously a symptom of the Marijuana she just had. She came up to an intersection, (the light was red) thinking she could get passed it without any trouble. She came upon the intersection at a fast rate, and immediately she knew that it had been a wrong decision. A tractor trailer blared its horn, knowing it wouldnt be able to stop in time to avoid the collision. Amy knew what was coming, but could do nothing about it. They made contact. Amy's world went black. Everything went black. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, and she couldn't think. She was mentally and physically immobilized.
The paramedics came a short while later. "Thi-This, doesnt look good." Said a paramedic as he lifted her out of the car and put her into the stretcher. "Hey Cliff!" Shouted one of the paramedics. "She's been drinking, and smoking pot, we could smell it on her from a mile away!" "And I have to be the one to make the phone call." Said Cliff. Obviously very disturbed. They loaded her up onto the ambulance, ready to take her to the hospital to see if there was any hope in saving this poor girl. "Cliff, do you think she'll make it?" Said one of the paramedics. "All we can do is pray, Bill, all we can do is pray."
