Today I was getting a ride home. We had parked pretty far away from the school so it took a while for me the driver and her friend to get to the car. I know I don't live too, too far away but the driver offered me a ride home, so I accepted.
The snow and slush had really piled up. It was pretty terrible. but we pulled out of our spot easily. The roads where kinda crappy, but that's because no one pays enough attention to them to get them properly plowed.
There was a back ally type looking road, so we decided to scoot by there less we get interrupted by the strike people from York just one ride over.
The driver was in sort of a hurry to get home, for she had to get home eat and go to work. I suppose, but we weren't driving fast or recklessly. Until we didn't see the hidden stop sign.
There was a stop sign tucked away at the side of the road. The driver didn't see it in time before it impacted with the car ahead of us. The passenger side window was smashed and the car was pushed right into the snow bank.
A lot of things happened in that instant. Swear words where flung, a look of pure horror, regret.
There seemed to be no harm done to anyone inside... well at least it appeared not so. there were no signs of blood loss. The driver hurried to check and see if the other people were alright. The second driver was swearing his head of. I could hear him from inside the car. He certainly wasn't helping the situation.
"This is the second time she's hit somebody." Very negative friend commented as soon as the driver was out of ear shot. The driver returned to the car to grab her cell phone and report it or to get the proper authorities. I couldn't say anything. My mouth was wide open the whole time.
"Go home Travis!" The driver instructed me to leave. So I did. I got out of the car and walked home...
I didn't look behind me. I wasn't injured at all. I didn't really take anything away from the accident.
When I got home I realized I should of. I wasn't wearing my seat belt. I don't ever remember my neck snapping back uncomfortably, so I didn't even suffer whip lash.
How strange not to feel any strong emotion to this crash. Not anger, not sorrow, certainly not joy.
My tired self and weird reaction to the crash have produced my strange take on this event.
I label this all as 'strange'.





