All I know is that it was Friday morning, the day of my supposed trip to The Point (Whatever that is), and I was late to school. I guess that since I just started here, they’ll excuse me, but I walked faster just in case. The only thing that stood in my way was a stubborn red light at the intersection of Main and Orton. No cars were coming, no people were going. Everything was just stuck there because of this stupid red light. I looked at my watch and saw 8:47 am. Screw this. I have to get to school.
I started to cross and halfway there I heard tires. Tires screaching, and the horrible smell of burning rubber. Turning, all I saw was a red hubcap and then the flash of glass as it broke into a million tiny pieces. I remember nothing after that.
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