Crash Into You (h.s.)
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"I'm so glad we decided to do this!" Katrina yells over the the wind ripping through the car.
I prop my vans up on the dashboard, my hands resting on my thighs. When I look over at her, she's grinning at me while she awaits my response.
"Me too!" I shout, one of my arms moving out the window to feel the breeze between my fingers.
I lean my head against the head rest and look at Katrina, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel and her blonde hair whipping around. The smile on my face drops when I look passed her and see a car coming straight towards us.
And that's the last thing I saw before everything went black.
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