Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape. The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground.
I had terrible pain all over my neck and back as if I had been stuck by the impact of an uncontrollable eighteen-wheeler. Then G and I proceeded to move R out of the car. He is not conscious yet and has some minor cuts in his arms and neck. Between the two of us, we got him out and starting walking towards the other side of the road, away from the car in case it explodes. Black and grey smoke in the air as blood covered our clothes.
The car was right at the curb, and it keep going right up into Roger's yard. " Shit" he yelled as the red 67' Courger drove through his well kept lawn. "Jesus Palamesus" He hollared "U gonna die U sack of shit" Then the car stoped and flashed A gun out the winder as Roger pulled up a loose board in the floor of the porch and grabbed his machine gun. " Youin's best be gett'n out a here" he bluffed "or I will have to kick your little punk asses" Then th ecar speed off leav'n positraction tire marks all in Mr. Katmandoo's yard. Then when the car was half in the street and half in Roger's yard they all yelled "Hey Fuck-o" and speed off.
I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised.
She couldn’t believe she had slept in today, when she was supposed to do laundry in the morning. Renee was going to have her ass for this. She had kept Bella extremely busy for the last two weeks as punishment for her “lack of judgment” the day she had rebelled against her. “Shit!” Bella hissed as she stubbed her toe while hurrying out of her bedroom, and hopped across the hallway and into the bathroom. She quickly stripped out of her pyjamas and didn’t even wait for the water to completely warm up before jumping under the spray, squealing when the cold water hit her warm skin.
Shock, panic and fear filled my mind as I lay on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot slick metal of the car pressed down on the lower half go my body with monster force. It didn’t hurt; my body was numb. All I could feel was the car’s hood mass squishing my hips further and further into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would not enter or exit. My mind was scrambled.
It snaked around in a desperate curl that’s caught him by complete surprise, and he stupidly mashed the brake pedal much too hard. The tires screamed noisily as they painted heavy streaks of hot black rubber on the narrow concrete roadway. The tail end of the car began to swing around, and instinctively he twisted the wheel to the left to steer into the skid. This action was now bringing him too close to the left-hand shoulder where large, protruding boulders threatened destruction to his car. Just a few feet beyond the rocks, the road dropped off into a deep; seemingly bottomless chasm.
Darren is taking control and trying to steer us safety off to the side of the road. My legs still won’t move. I can’t let up on the gas. The convertibles lights flash off and all of a sudden on I’m on the cold hard ground. Blood is everywhere and my friends are scattered around the car.
The brake lights go off as I approach his bumper. Without warning, he swerves into my lane almost whipping his truck at me. I jam on my brakes as he cuts me off, his tail no more than 5 feet from my front bumper. I violently slammed on the brakes, as I feel my stomach sink right through the chair. The anti-lock brakes come roaring and sputtering violently, only adding to the mental and physical surprise freezing me up.
Joe positioned himself in the seat and I throw myself to the steering wheel. The car scraped on the side wall ripping the paint. He positioned myself into to the set and as he did that he saw something in the distance. Cars, lots of cars coming their way. “Stop the car”, yelled Joe.