A turn for the worst

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This story is about drink driving. ( i wrote it for an assignment when i was 12)

Submitted: June 28, 2009

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Submitted: June 28, 2009

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It was the thirty-first of August, my friend’s birthday, when it happened. We had a party at a friend’s house and had a couple of drinks. I didn’t drink because I was still underage. We all were having a good time and at eleven o’clock decided to bring the party to a stop. My cousin Erika and I got in a car to go back to her house. Her mum had told her I could spend the night there. I couldn’t drive yet. I was only sixteen so I didn’t have my learners yet either.

We climbed in the car and put on our sea-belts. Erika started the car and we slowly pulled out of the drive-way. I hadn’t been thinking. Half-way home I realized what a huge mistake I had made. The car started swerving all over the road. “Stop!” I screamed at Erika but she didn’t respond. I looked over and she had fallen asleep. I knew I should have called someone to come get us from the party. I couldn’t drive so Erika said she would but she was, well, drunk. We swerved all over the road. The on-coming traffic beeping away madly. I tried to yell to them what was going on but I knew they couldn’t hear me.

We veered off the road and over a small cliff. The car tumbled and turned over and over. I could feel my head start to bleed and then it was stinging. The car came to a halt up the right way. I couldn’t move my legs and I knew that was a bad sign. I looked over at Erika. She looked as if she was still asleep. I heard someone yelling at me to see if I was OK. I looked over and there was a lady in a red and white uniform looking at me, trying to calm me down. I told her I was OK except I couldn’t feel or move my legs. She said that everything would be OK and that she was a ambulance officer. I nodded my head and stayed still as she went to get another person to help her get me out of the car.

The two people placed me in the back of the ambulance on a stretcher and a lady climbed in the back with me. They closed the doors and I felt the car start to move. “My cousin.” I groaned. “She will be fine there’s another ambulance there for her but we need to get you to a hospital.” She had a sad look on her face when she said this.

A week later I was sitting in my wheel chair dressed in black. I am a paraplegic now. I can’t move anything below my waist line. My family, friends and I sat at a funeral morning the loss of Erika. She had died in the accident. I had known the effects of drink driving are huge but had never really considered it until now.


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