It was a day like any other. I awoke and stretched as the summer sun lay casually 1 my sheets. This summer was going to be different— I had my2and my car. With my new found freedom fresh on my mind, I leapt out of bed and ran to the kitchen. My mother was bent over the sink with her phone. "Yes… I'll be there soon," she said, then 3 "You need to dive me to 4 my truck." she said, turning to me.
As we 5 our way to the car dealership, my mother kept 6 me this highway was dangerous, and always 7 with rushing cars. When we drove back home, I followed 8 behind my mother. Everything was fine at first. My mother put her right 9 on, indicating that we were to the exit. The only problem was that I was one lane over and my 10 was blocked by a giant truck in the right lane. Stupidly, I sped up and 11 to pass the truck. However, I judged everything 12. The most horrifying and unimaginable 13 announced the collision, and my car began to spin off the road. There were bloody 14 up and down my legs and arms, but everything 15worked like it should.
Tears 16 in my mother's eyes as she hugged me tight. Hours seemed like minutes, and 17 I knew it we were driving home in my mother's truck. It didn't 18 me until later that day, just how fragile life is. Sure, I could easily have been killed. In half a second, all my achievements and ambitions would mean 19. Everything I'd ever done would be all I'd ever be remembered for. Life is so fragile and deserves to be lived 20.
