Little girl

by Chelly   Jun 3, 2005


You see a little girl crossing the street as a car comes and hits her. The car doesn't seem to stop and dissapears around a corner. You ask yourself should I help her.

As you run to her aid, she seems to be drifting away as her voice gets softer. You yell for help but theres no one around to here your cry.

Then you notice you were that girl that passed away since you got hit by a car. Not just any car but a drunk driver.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bryan Berry

    that's good. nice ending twist

  • 18 years ago

    by Kristen

    Wow.... 5/5