It Wasn’t His Fault
He was exhausted. Can you really blame him though? It was 3 a.m., and he had been up watching that new show when he got the call from his sister. She wanted to leave the party, but there was no way she could have driven home herself. It was only a couple of miles down the road, but even in her state she knew better than to get behind the wheel. The boy was soon driving to the address she had given him. He was tired, but he figured that the energy drink he had around midnight would last him just a little bit longer. He felt his eyes lowering, but snapped them up. He had to get to his sister right away, then they can go to bed. As he pulled up the driveway, he saw all the other kids who were incapable of driving at this time. He really hoped that people would be picking them up too. He rolled down the passenger window to wave to his sister. She stumbled over and buckled in, falling asleep almost instantly, but not before muttering her thanks. He started driving back home while feeling that same sleepiness wash other him. He rolled down the window in a weak attempt to help. His eyes continually opened and closed, but he was so close to the house. Next thing he knows, there is a deer in the road. He swerves to avoid it. He later promises that the crash wasn’t his fault. The deer came out of nowhere. Anyone else would have also hit that tree if they were in his place. He refuses to admit that he was the one who put his sister in the hospital bed. It was the deer, it just had to be.