It all started when we left
grandma’s house. It was pitch black the only source of light was mom’s phone
witch Darren was playing on. We were on
are way home as dad turned on the radio and started singing mom and I joined in
and so did Darren. We were all goofing
around until the train came. Dad hadn’t been paying attention so we got hit. We
were moving very fast when we stopped I checked who was okay and who wasn’t and
as tears twisted down Darren’s cheeks I looked at dad he was the only one who
had died.
