The Road Crash Short Story

The crash

Hit- to come against with an impact or collision, as a missile, a flying fragment, or a falling body.Right on the tail, we were hit with immense power. As I saw the cycle rapidly turning across the narrow street, I thought it would just glide on by, but as soon as I saw it quickly advancing, I knew what was next. I felt the motorcycle hit us with a thundering clamor. Flung through the air, I went soaring to the opposing side of the lot. I felt the rigid pavement against my body and I knew that I would be in the uttermost discomfort for a very long time. I had thought that my dad and I were just going to the bank to cash in some checks, but it turned to be the polar opposite of it.

It was an ordinary Friday afternoon at the Smith house. As usual, I walked in the door after school to the sweet essence of a meadow on a sunny day. My two kittens, Gasper and Gus greeted as soon as I set foot into our house. I continued in as I sealed the bulky door behind me. I pleasantly trotted into the living room to find my mother, father, sister, Jane, and my baby brother, Billy all sitting on the brown leather couch. My mother greeted me as I walked in with, “Hello Sara, how was your day?”

I told her, “It was excellent,

but that I was very hungry.” My stomach was empty, as I had eaten in an extensive four hours, so I expeditiously headed for the kitchen.
I had devoured my exceptional sweet and salty snack within minutes and went back into the living room to mingle with my family. We talked for hours on how our days progressed when my dad asked me,
“Sara, would you like to join me on a outing to the bank?”
To which I replied, “Of course!” We headed for my favorite thing to ride the motor scooter and started making our way to the bank!
As we made our way onto the road we accelerated instantaneously as I felt the wind blowing through my hair. This was my favorite part about the motor scooter. I felt as though I was a model at a photo shoot, with the wind all around me. We drove a little more, then we started near the bank, so we hindered our speed as we pulled into the bank parking lot. As usual, my dad parked in the front row of the lot, 3 spots away from the first one on the left.
And as he always does, he said, “screeeeech,” as we came to a boisterous stop. Then as we took off our helmets I saw the cycle rapidly turning across the narrow street. I thought it would just glide on by, but as soon as I saw it quickly advancing, I knew what was next. I felt the motorcycle hit us with a thundering clamor. I went soaring to the opposing side of the lot. I felt the rigid pavement against my body. I looked down only to find that and my body was emanating blood from every inch. My dad was hit on his rib. He had felt a crack run throughout his rib cage as the cycle collided with him. Later he learned he had two cracked ribs, I had also gotten a concussion and a twisted ankle, as well as musky purple, black bruises and cuts that oozed and emanated blood for hours.
After the crash we talked to the motorcyclist who had hit us, he claimed it was our fault, he screamed, “This was your fault, I will never more take the blame for this!” Then he exclaimed, “You people are all demented and insane, I did nothing wrong!” My dad continued to hassle and quarrel with the man until he said “I’m sorry for the hit, I guess it was my fault”
“Thank you,” my father said. Then the ambulance had arrived and they took us all to the hospital, so that a doctor could scrutinize all of our injuries. Once he instructed and informed us on how to suitably take care of our wounds, we were free to go home.
As we haltingly entered our crisp and frigid home,goose bumps lined my arms and legs. My mother, brother, and sister greeted us at the door, and graciously helped us in our beds, just as the doctor had instructed us.
While we were walking, I said, “Well, it could have been worse, at least we are still alive!”
Everyone laughed queerly as we headed for bed.
Although this experience was very painful, I’m kind of glad that it happened.

The crash made realize something. Even though I was in a horrible car crash, I gained so much knowledge. I learned that no matter what life throws at you, you can always get through it and take the bad experience and the pain and turn it into a good thing. So yeah, I was in a car crash, and I did get hurt, but I learned that you overcome any obstacle no matter what it is. Now I know that if I am ever in a bad situation and start to feel petrified at the outcome, I just have to remember that no matter what happens I know that everything will be okay. That I may feel as though my whole world collapsed right before my eyes, I know that everything will be just okay in no

time.