Crash

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I climbed into the front seat of my moms' beat-up silver toyota and buckled up. My sister ran into the car and started playing with her barbie dolls. My mom took off. Though it only took us about 10 minutes to get to Woodrow Middle, a million thoughts were flying around in my brain. 

What if I get a mean homeroom teacher. 

So what if I get a mean teacher? 

What if I hate my schedule? 

What if Liza isn't here? 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of screeching tires. I looked up, and everything went black.

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