Watching from the Sky

Amber K


I watch from the sky. I see my family and friends drying their eyes. Why? Why are their eyes red and puffy. Why do they weep and hug and cry. Why am I not with them? Why am I watching from the sky? What had happened, why am I here? What so greatly happened on earth that I am no longer there? I must remember something? oh my oh dear. . . “what time do u think you’ll get here?” I read that very clear. The rest of my memory is foggy. . .oh wait. My thumb moves, one hand on the wheel. My eyes covered from the road by my phone like a shield. I start to respond. . . BAM! SKRR! I’m in the air filled with fear. Laying in the grass, unable to move, sirens surrounding my ears. Now I’m watching from the sky. My family and friends cry. This could have been avoided, if a text response I did not try. Do not text and drive.


A story about a teenager going somewhere, who tries to respond to a text message, but it never sends because they crash. Now that person watches their family and friends from the sky at first trying to figure out why he or she isn’t with them. Then, the person discovers it was because they had died in a car accident from distracted driving from their phone.