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Based on a true story

Contributed by Moonglow on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 07:00:10 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life 'twas the right side of town.' She unpacked her things with such great ease as she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.There'd be sleep-overs, and parties;she was so happy. It was just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school, you had to have clout and dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate, her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well I just wont tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference, what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay at her friends house that night. Her parents frowned, but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event, but as she rushed around like she had no sense she began to feel guilty about all the lies. But what's a pizza party and a moonlight ride? Well, the pizza was good, and the party was great, but the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Dan was half drunk by this time, but he kissed her and said it was just fine. Then the room filled with smoke and Dan took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Now Dan was ready to ride to the point, but only after he'd smoked another joint. They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride, not thinking he was too drunk to drive. Then finally they made it to the point at last, and Dan started trying to make a pass. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all. (And by pass I don't mean playing football) "Perhaps my parents were right......maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever be so dumb?" With all her might, she pushed Dan away: Please take me home, I don't want to stay." Dan cranked up the engine and floored the gas. In a matter of seconds, they were going to fast. As Dan drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down, but he just got faster as they neared the next town. "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied, I really went out for a moonlight ride!" Then all of a sudden she saw a big flash. "Oh God, please help us! We're going to crash!" She doesn't remeber the force of impact, just that all of a sudden everything went black. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, and heard, "Call an ambulence! These kids are in trouble!" Voices she heard............a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars involved in that wreck. Then wondered to herself if Dan was all right, and if the people in the other car were alive. She awoke in the hostpital to faces so sad, "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, as they gentally told her Dan was dead. They said, "Jenny we've done all we can do, but it looks as if we're going to lose you too." "But the people in the other car?!" Jenny cried. "We're sorry Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, please forgive me for all that I've done, I only wanted to have one night of fun." "Tell those peoples family's that I've made there lives dim. And that I wish I could return their families to them." "Tell mom and dad that I'm sorry I lied, and that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand, with tears in her eyes, and a few moments later Jenny also died. A man asked the nurse, "Why couldn't you have done your best to bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad, "Because the people in the other car, were her mom and dad." This story is sad and unpleasent, but true. So young people take heed, it could've been you.




Copyright © Moonglow ... [ 2005-02-24 19:00:10]
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Re: Based on a true story (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 07:12:22 PM AEST
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This is so sad but written very well.
huggs,
emy


Re: Based on a true story (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 01:10:50 AM AEST
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s***, thats now four people who have posted this as there own


Re: Based on a true story (User Rating: 1 )
by Tanmaya on Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 08:49:06 AM AEST
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Huh? That's not an original post!



Re: Based on a true story (User Rating: 1 )
by mrj061390 on Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 07:26:48 PM AEST
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yea umm ok my health teacher gave that to us, so it's kinda hard for me to believe that you wrote that, but hey if you wanna lie go ahead, it's only making you look dumb!




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