posted on Jul, 11 2009 @ 10:43 PM
((I wanted to post this is the colaborative writing forum, but it would not let me. This has nothing to do with conspiracy, but I don't know
where else to put it.))
edit to add: strong language
[[...The cute girl in the Jetta on the way to her new boyfriends house.]]
Hey Jake, I'm on the freeway. Be there in bout 20 minutes... dont start the movie without me..wink, wink...k, see you soon...
[[Two lanes over...guy in his truck.]]
...goddam it man, that son of a bitch. I swear if I ever see him again its gunna be over. No way am I letting this # go. That son of a bitch talks
# behind my back then hits on my girl...that mother #er.... what would you do? Put yourself in my position... know what im sayin? Seriously, im so
pissed right now, I could kill someone....
[[The Mercedes behind the truck.]]
Honey, buckle your seat belt....how many times do I have to tell you? You have to have your seat belt on at all times...Now, dont make me tell you
again! I will tell your father...you know how he gets upset when you dont listen to me...dammit Joey, why dont you listen to me!?...Look at
me!...Mommy is not playing!! You have 3 seconds...1....2....
In her rush to get to her boyfriends house, the girl in the Jetta doesnt even look over her shoulder to switch lanes. A large truck in the slow
lane has an angry man in it that isnt paying attention because of his current state of mind. His girl decided to make him a little jealous because
she thought he was cheating on her. He was. The mom behind him is looking in the rear view mirror at her son that will not pay attention to her
because she does everything while the dad works all day and is not at home much to help enforce the rules...They are all oblivious...
The girl in the Jetta that her dad bought for her cuts off the truck that was in her blind spot. The man that works 18 hour days and is coming home
from work hits the brakes as hard as he can, but clips her anyway. The mom didn't see a thing. She slams in the back of the truck running
underneath it...she had to have the sporty sedan that was a bit lower to the ground...it reminded her of the first car she ever owned, and the freedom
that came with it...screaching tires, twisted metal and just like that; it all comes to an end.
(If the cursing violates the ts & cs I will be happy to edit it. Thanks)
[edit on 11-7-2009 by open_eyeballs]