It all ended (more like began) with the screech of tires, the honk of a horn, and the screams of passerbys as the lump of flesh hurtled towards a car windshield. THWUMP ! This was the sound of roadkill, but it wasn’t just any old animal—it was a person. The crumpled human seemed so familiar. I knelt down beside her limp body and covered my face as tears trickled down. I called for help but no one seemed to notice. Then the culprit got out of her car and knelt beside me, almost too close, as if I wasn’t even there. As she grabbed the girl to turn her I began to yell, “What the hell! You just killed…me,” as the girl’s face was revealed to be my own!

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