Saturday night. Parents and little sister out of town. No way I'm staying in tonight. Out with boyfriend, having a good time. We meet up with his boys. The street is dead. The guys decide to have a street race. Last one to make it to the other side of town pays $50. The engines start up, I was so excited. The first few blocks were great, no cars in sight. Then out of nowhere came a car! Right into the side of the car we hit. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the car tip over. I ran to the car to see if they were ok. I heard a little girls voice screaming for help. I knew that voice...it was my sisters voice. The ambulance took them away. That was the last night I saw my parents. Now I'm living my life filled with guilt, and left to explain to my sister why mommy and daddy aren't going to be coming home.
