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Accident - Chimney

Max Han - 15

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city as Chimney and his daughter Max drove home from soccer practice. Max was buzzing with excitement, her face still flushed from the exertion of running up and down the field. Chimney glanced over at her, smiling at the way her eyes sparkled.

"So, you ready for the big game this weekend?" Chimney asked, navigating through the early evening traffic.

Max nodded enthusiastically, her ponytail bouncing. "Totally! Coach said I've improved a lot. I might even get to start as forward!"

Chimney grinned. "That's my girl. I know you'll do great. You've been working really hard."

Max beamed, basking in her father's praise. "Thanks, Dad. I've been practicing my shots every day. And guess what? Sarah finally admitted I have the best kick in the team."

Chimney laughed. "Well, it's about time she recognized your skills. Maybe she'll stop hogging the ball now."

Max giggled. "Yeah, right. Sarah? Share? That'll be the day."

Chimney chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if she doesn't, you'll just have to show her how it's done."

They drove on in comfortable silence for a few moments, the radio playing softly in the background. Max glanced out the window, watching the familiar streets of their neighborhood pass by.

"Dad, can we get ice cream after the game?" she asked suddenly, turning back to him with hopeful eyes.

Chimney pretended to think it over, tapping his chin. "Hmm, I don't know. Ice cream is a pretty big reward. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Max laughed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Dad. You know I can handle it. Please?"

Chimney smiled, unable to resist her enthusiasm. "Alright, alright. Ice cream it is. But only if you score a goal."

Max's eyes lit up. "Deal! I'm going to score the best goal you've ever seen!"

Chimney reached over and ruffled her hair. "I believe it. You're going to be amazing."

As they continued to chat about the game and their plans for the weekend, Chimney remembered a conversation from earlier that day in work.

"Uncle Buck is invited us over for dinner tomorrow," Chimney said, keeping his eyes on the road. "What do you think, Max? Feel like hanging out with the 118?"

Max's face lit up. "Yes! That sounds awesome! We haven't seen them in a while. And maybe I can show Buck some of my new soccer tricks."

Chimney smiled. "I'm sure he'd love that. Alright, I'll tell him we're coming."

Max settled back in her seat, her mind already racing with thoughts of dinner and soccer tricks. She loved spending time with the 118 they were like a second family to her. And any chance to show off her skills to Buck was always exciting.

Chimney's head snapped up, his eyes widening as he saw a truck barreling through the intersection, straight toward them.

"Hold on, Max!" he shouted, swerving the car in an attempt to avoid the collision.