Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Carpool

It was 7 o’clock when she rushed out of the door, she couldn’t be late it was her first day riding with the other kids in the carpool. As she sat in the car the kids babbled and ignored her, she just sat staring at her brown suitcase on her lap. They were only driving for a few minutes when all she heard was screaming and a bright light.

The next time she opened her eyes, her suitcase was still on her lap this time covered in glass, she heard the other children sobbing, when she finally looked up, there was man next to her, a paramedic, he opened the door and helped her out. She climbed out of the backseat of the car, her hands shaking still clenching her brown suitcase. She looked around; there was glass everywhere, pieces of car, a white taxi, ambulances and so much blood. She has never seen so much blood; she just closed her eyes quickly and tried to hold back the tears. The paramedic prompted her to go with him to one of the ambulances. She was scared beyond words and started to run.

She knew they might catch her but she couldn’t be there, she couldn’t face what had just happened, she ran as fast as her little legs could hold her. It was only about 2 blocks away from her house. When she arrived at her house Nelly was there to meet her with open arms. Nelly was like her second mother. She finally broke down in tears when Nelly tried to console her and tried to find out what happened but she couldn’t talk. Everything was just flashing over and over again in her head, all that blood. Nelly helped her to get undressed, removing glass pieces from her hair and her clothes and ran her a hot bath. As she sat next to the bath, Nelly gave her a big glass of sugar water “drink this hunny, it will make you feel all better, your ma is on her way” It did help, it tasted horribly but it did comfort her in a way, after all Nelly did say it would help and she needed something to help her. Her mother came running into the house grabbing her from the bath tub as if she hasn’t seen her for years. She held her close. In between sobs all her mother could get out was “Thank God Thank God”. She had to go to the doctor to make sure she was ok.

She was ok but it never left her mind. She was only 4 years old

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