I woke up on a Friday at 7 am. I’m Kyle Miles by the way. I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, put on a pair of jeans and my new shirt. Then I headed to school. Today afterschool I’m going on a road trip with some friends, including my best friend John. John isn’t a friend that’s into road trips like I am. In fact, he hates them. But somehow I convinced him, and he finally agreed. After school, I saw my friends and started talking about the road trip, “Hey guys, so, at 5 pm, all of you come over to my place and we’ll leave from there. Deal?” And they all agreed. You can say I was pretty excited for the day, maybe it’s because I’ve never been on a road trip before. At 5:05 pm, they were on their way. I went upstairs, grabbed some basic things; my earphones, ipod, first aid kit, a jacket and my phone. By the time I finished packing they were all here. “We’re going to be using my dad’s van if you guys don’t mind.” And they didn’t. “Take care and don’t drive too fast son or whoever is driving.” Both my parents said. You can say they were over protective. So we left, loud music, junk food, and a beautiful weather. “John slow down please.” Angela said frightened. He turned around to respond, but looks like none of us noticed there was a four wheeler truck driving toward our van. I was going to say something but it was too late.
I finally opened my eyes. I didn’t really notice the place I was in. I heard baby noises, nurses screaming and it kind of smelled like rubbing alcohol. “Hospital?” I asked myself. Yes, I was in a hospital. My leg was broken, and my head felt like exploding. I turned my head to the left side slowly. My mom was sitting on the chair, eyes closed, she was asleep.”Mom?” I asked. She got out of the chair and rushed by my side.”Are you okay Kyle? You and your friends got into an accident.” I freaked out, without saying a word I tried sitting up and properly. Mom helped me. The only thing I was worried about was the dance show. Obviously my leg was broken and I couldn’t go, but I’ve been practicing for this show for years now.”Mom, do you think I’ll be able to walk or run in 3 weeks? (the show was in 3 weeks)” My mom sighed heavily.”I’m afraid not son, you have a concussion as well, but not a big one though! Thank Goodness.” I was mad but relieved at the same time.
A week later my friends came to visit me in the hospital. It was one of those days were I really didn’t feel like seeing anyone including my friends (nothing personal, just wasn’t in the mood at all), but I let them in anyway. Angela had two cuts on her skin, one on her wrist the other on her soft cheek because of the accident, John had a broken arm and Lisa had a stitched part on her elbow and one on her ankle. Seeing them all like this made me feel really bad.” Hey Kyle, we all missed you!! Sorry about your leg by the way.” John said. He sounded serious. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt that much anyway, but my head man, it’s killing me. It looked like none of them...