I Crash You

1 - The Crash

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But I'm a noob newbie, so please tell me if there's still any mistake, much appreciated. Thank you.

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I tied my hair up with the blue ribbon neatly. Well, okay. Let's be honest, it wasn't so neat, but who cares. I would have to redo it later anyway.

"Lynx."

"Yes, my dearest Amy?" I flipped my hair, which was already tied into a ponytail and was definitely repelling at the cost of my own action cause it was ruined again when I was turning my body in her direction.

"Woah, okay. That was long."

"That's my point." I growled as I retied it for the numerous time that day.

"I mean my nickname, not your freaking hair."

"Also my point, cause 3 alphabets are too short."

"Yup, says someone whose name is just one syllable." She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I'm sure you didn't come all the way here to play scrabble with me, especially with names." Due to her house being across mine, we often barged in to each other's house like this, merely for useless stuff. For instance, right now.

"Oh, right. I just want to cheer you up, baby," she kissed my cheek.

"Amy, you're so gross. I still like boys. Last time I check, you still have a boyfriend too. I do love you, but I'm not gonna be your bisexual partner, whore." I frowned.

"Aww, come on. I just wanted to wish you luck," she giggled. Okay, I had always admired her when she did that, because unlike mine, her gorgeous wide green eyes still could be seen perfectly fine as if it was a glow in the dark. I had inherited my mom's half-moon eyes, otherwise called as the original almond shape. Not excessively that thin, just enough to know that I'm Asian.

Nah, kidding.

I was all about being Asian, despite my dad being an American. His genes didn't ran enough in my blood. Maybe his little tadpoles decided to play tag with the egg. Hence, my eyes won't be visible even under the bright glorious sunlight from heaven everytime I laughed my ass off. Hat's off.

Also, I had a chubby cheeks from my lovely baby fats. Even my skin, it ain't as fair as Snow White, probably a shade darker than Mulan in fact. No no no, not Jasmine, it's a bit over. Darn it, whatever pleased your bloody imagination.

"You gotta beat that blonde, girl." She added furthermore. That blonde was none other than Jacquelle. She was the typical pretty dolly bitch, yearning after my cheerleader captain title. Why? Because I had conquered the title with my astonishing gourmet cheerleading skills, and the team loved my badass personality better than her bitchy fake sirloin ass. Well, what could I do when I loved myself too.

"Sure, thanks darling." I blew her a kiss and ran out of the door, only to return momentarily after a few seconds.

Amy was already holding onto my jacket, facing me with a raised eyebrow. She's like my older sister since I was always the clumsy one.

"Thanks, sissy." I smiled sheepishly, grabbed it and dashed downstairs as I wore the jacket.

"Ma, I'm going!" I screamed.

"Be careful, honey!" My mom yelled back.

I hopped on my bike and pedalled it as fast as I could. I was freaking late already. Ms. Samantha, our cheerleader teacher was rather strict with time. We were all supposed to meet in the school hall.

Today was also an important day. If things went smooth, I could whip Jacquelle's ass until it gone flat and our team could win the competition then went national. It's a one plus one deal I had been dreaming for.

"Oh, shit!" I pressed my brake right when the lights turned red. Just in time. Goodness, my heart almost grew wings and abandoned me. There wasn't any other car. Thus, I still didn't know the reason for this colourful decoration you called as traffic lights, at least not the one around my neighbourhood. My mind was solely focused on the glowing red of hell. Come on, time's ticking. Stop with the red, we all gotta go green for the world to become a better place.

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I stepped on my pedal hard then heard an extremely loud honk. I glanced sideways and fuck. A motherfather solid reason why this specific traffic lights was such a useless piece of garbage. It wasn't even worth it to be on a kid's drawing book.

"Holy cup of wine!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs.

I was so fucking dead as my body froze yet my hands trembled miserably. Man, I didn't know there would be a time that I got to experience a seizure from a moving car. A black BMW was heading my way.

For the sake that my bike wheels were still rotating, I spread my wings high and flew before I became a fallen angel the next second, rolling on the street unattractively, desperately for life.

My competition was absolutely done. I was done with my show just now. I had no more stunt to be performed. Note the sarcasm.

However, I didn't even had time for that. My whole fucking body was in a hella wrecked condition as well. My last turn was a half turn, in other words, I ended up lying on the street sideways. Didn't know where my hands or legs were. I could only roar like a cub in labor to distract my sanity from the pain. Which was illegal to be true, cause they're underage.

The smooth and shiny BMW screeched, stopping in front of me. A young guy went out of the door. Let alone to recognize his face or plate number, I couldn't see his face nor hear what he said with my 1080p blurry vision and brain.

So, I gathered all the energy left in me, slowly moved my hand and raised my middle finger, before the black hole absorbed me as a whole.