What r u doing to me?

Crash

October 23rd 2013:

Chris had just been to Sal's house. They had watched an entire season of F. R. I. E. N. D. S, gotten the latest girl talk magazine and drooled over Sal's one direction posters and had finally gotten their friendship braclets. What a day. It was the best time of their lives they had finished year 11 and they were so relieved they weren't going back to that hell hole called school.
" I'll put on the CD" Sal squealed. She puts in the pop party CD and the justin beiber music cues in..
"Ahh it's confident my fave!" squeals Chris twirling around giving Sal a matching pink, tinsly feather Bowa and they get into Sal's bed. They jump over her one direction duvet as they twirl and dance to the song. Sal's many beanie babies bounce around, they go back and forth a few toppling of the bed.
"Let's sing!" says Chris her hands flapping like a fan.
"Oh no no, oh no no, she confident..." the girls both sing kind of off key.
Over the sound of the CD Sal's mum calls up the stairs.
"Girls, it's time to go! If you're quick we can stop at McDonald's and get some burgers?"
"Yess!" Sal squawked opening up the CD player.
"You get the CD I'll get our stuff. " Chris said running out the bedroom door. It was like a scavenger hunt. Chris looked high and low inside every room for their stuff.
"Where did the bags go? " questioned Chris looking under the green fluffy chair in the living room. That chair was Sal's faverouite.
Chris sees her and Sal's new 13 wishes monster high dolls and she leaves them on the mantelpecie. She writes a note.
"Dear Sallyyyyyy,
You can have my abbey bominable doll I already have this one so you keep her I really like your gigi the fashions are scary cool! Thanks for having me im really excited for the car journey home..
Love,
Chris xx ♡"
Just then she sees their bags and picks them up leaving out the door.
"Sal c'mon we're going!" calls Chris.
From the downstairs corridor you could hear Sal's door creak. Sal running down to the second floor and down the stairs slipping on her heelies at the same time. Sal locks the door her many keys jangling as she puts them in her back pocket. They both get in the back of the car and drive of.
Sal was so tired. She had fallen asleep in the car.
20 minutes later:
"Aaahhh" Chris yelps. Cracks spread all across the windows, Sal's mum (Milly) histerchly screams trying to get hold of the wheel. Looking out the window a pink car flipped and it fell right onto the side of the car.
"Aaahhh" Sal's screamed echoed. And echoed. Black.