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The Life & Times of Me
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2005-04-05 00:55:53 (UTC)

Please God

The day I died was an ordinary school day.
How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the
bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of
Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All the kids drive."
When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the
locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to
the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car
and being my own boss. Free!

It doesn’t matter how the accident happened. I was goofing
off going too fast. Taking crazy chances. But I was
enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I
remember, I was passing an old lady who seemed to be going
awfully slowly. I heard the deafening crash and felt a
terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole
body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself
scream.

Suddenly it was quiet. A police officer was standing over
me. There was a doctor, and my body was mangled. I was
saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking
out all over. Strange that I couldn’t feel anything.

Hey, don’t pull that sheet over my head! I can’t be dead.
I’m only 17. I’ve got a date tonight. I’m supposed to grow
up and have a wonderful life. I haven’t even lived yet, I
can’t be dead.

Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify
me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did my
mother have to face the most terrible ordeal of her life?
Why did Dad suddenly look like an old man? He told the man
in charge, "Yes, that is my child."

The funeral was a weird experience. All my relatives and
friends walked toward the casket. They passed by, one by
one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes. Some of the
boys were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and
sobbed as they walked away.

I wish someone could wake me up and get me out of this
casket! My mom and dad are so broken up. My grandparents
are so racked with grief that they can barely walk. My
brothers and sisters stare ahead like zombies, and move
like robots. No one can believe that this happened to me.

Please don’t bury me! I have lots of living to do! I want
to run and jump again. I want to laugh and sing. Please
don’t put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one
more chance, I’ll be the most careful driver in the whole
world!

Please, God, I’m only 17!


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