September 6, 2018
September 6, 2018 It was the second day of senior year when a life was altered. She was going to sing for her classmates while playing her ukulele The song she worked so hard on all summer long. She was going to be a rambunctious teenager, Play dodgeball on the gym courts, Laugh with her friends in lunch about the latest gossip. It was the second day of senior year when a life was altered. It was raining and maybe you just didn’t see her, Or you were busy on snapchat, Or texting your friends, Or checking the notifications on your phone. The next thing she knew you turned into her lane. It was the second day of senior year when a life was altered. Tires screamed knowing what was going to happen, They screamed knowing they did their best to grab onto the damp pavement, They screamed knowing they failed to stop going 50 miles an hour in time. The Horn cried out to try and get your attention, It cried to warn you of your mistake so you could get out of the way, It cried until it was silenced by the crunch of her car hitting yours, By the airbag inhaling with a mighty breath of oxygen, By the tears of a girl who was scared, Who wanted to be in her father’s arms now more than ever before, Who was broken, inside and out. It was the second day of senior year when a life was altered. Maybe now when you get behind the wheel you will think twice, Maybe now using your phone will not be a thought that enters your mind, Maybe now you can tell your friends the cost of distracted driving, Maybe now you can save a life instead of destroying one.