The Wedding Day
When I first heard the crash I did not understand, until someone actually told me that my cousins just got into an accident. In that moment I did not put two and two together. Everyone else that heard the accident knew immediately what had happened, but I didn’t, I was only 11 years old….
It was 5 years ago my parents got married. It was a gorgeous day , the sun was shining, birds chripping all around, and even the great sound of children laughing. It was just a perfect day to have a wedding. After the wedding ceremony all the guests began to depart to the reception, except my immediate family. We gathered at my grandfather’s house, and everyone was in a wonderful mood. Especially me, I was in a pretty, sparkly dress, and I never get dressed up, so I felt like a princess. My cousin Samantha and I were talking about our dresses while making our way to the car.
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At that moment sitting in the car with my cousin everything seemed perfect. My parents were married, and I just got a new father! The whole family was gathered, and everyone was happy. This was the first time in a while the whole family got together. It just made the day perfect.
Then my family began to depart…
My cousins Ethan and John were the first to leave, and that is when this beautiful day took a turn for the worst.
I remember sitting in the car looking up at my mom in her beautiful white dress when we all heard the terrifying, ear wrenching sound of car meeting car, just 30 seconds away.
“CRASHHH!”
That's when I saw the panic sticking threw all the adults. My mom was screaming.
“CALL 911”
My uncles rushed to the scene, while I stay in the car paralyzed with my cousin not knowing what was happening at that
The weight of the car pressed down on the bottom half of my body with massive force. It did not hurt simply because adrenaline pumped through me. All I could feel was the weight of the car’s hood pushing my body farther and farther into the ground. My lungs felt clamped shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that demonic road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened and how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
each other in a panic it was are turn to go on the train when I hearded behind me a Boom . They
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Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
“Thank you so much for inviting me,” the Egyptian King announced. “I would like to hold a toast, to King Xerxes, he continued.
You’re driving along the road, just minding your own business when out of nowhere, BAMM. Another car just hit you, you’re frozen in shock unsure of what to do next. Finally, you snap out of it and realize what just happened to you. You get out of what’s left of your car and inspect the damage that’s been done. For some people this might just seem like a scary story, something that they never want to go through, but for me it is a reality.
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Then his mom leaving in a car and saying she would come back after she picked up dad. After about an hour she returned but I had been brainwashed on everything. A car faster than anything in the world came and slammed right into my parent's car while they were in there. And I was clapping for my own parent's death.
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My father held my hand a gently squeezed it and told me everything was going to be okay, since he knew my biggest fear was to freeze and not move, or fall over. His reassurance gave me enough confidence that I managed to lift what felt like a brick move forward and before I knew it we were walking down the aisle. Everybody starring could 've been a glare of misfortune for me, but I didn 't even notice all the people standing staring at me, all I noticed was my future husband waiting for me at the altar. My tunnel vision was only letting me see my husband. It was such an amazing feeling to see him standing there and looking back at me I felt like we were the only two in the entire church. The ceremony was a success and when we finally got to walk down the aisle as husband and wife, I then realized how much love and emotion was in the air of the church at that moment, there were some crying, clapping, smiling, and congratulating us. There were many more people than I would 've ever expected to be there for us. When we got outside, we were thrown rose petals and I thought to myself this is what I 've always wanted complete happiness and satisfaction.