I finish watching the tv and turn it off. My dad gets back from work and says, "who wants to go find a tree for Christmas?"
"Me," my mom says excitedly.
"Not me," James and I say at the same time.
"Come on kids it'll be fun, and anyways we're making you come."
"Dad.. Do we have to?" My brother asks.
My dad nodded. "Get in the car guys." My mom said.
James and I mutter "this is freaking shit."
We get into the car.
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We picked a tree, and get back into the car. We start listening to the radio. After a while we just kinda... Crashed into a car... And I was the only one... The only one that got hurt... My mom, dad, and James looked around for me. "ASHLEY!!!!!" They would yell every once in a while. "I FOUND HER!" James yelled.
My mom and dad run up to where James was. My dad gasped and my mom was crying. James was calling 911. "BLAH blah blah blah blah blah car accident bah blah blah blah." "They're on there way."
The person that crashed into us ran out of his car. "I am so so so so so so sorry." The man said.
"I-it's o-ok.." My mom said trying to wipe away tears.
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The ambulance finally got here. They took me away. See children, this is why you don't get a Christmas tree with your parents. *great tip O.o*
Sorry for the short chapter, also sorry for taking a long time to get this out D:. I'm very busy ...
