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Car Crash

By Emma


My dad is driving down the highway.

There is ice on the road.  There

Is also a big ditch.  We are slipping

On the ice.  We are headed

Toward the big ditch.  We are falling.

My brother asks, “why did you crash the

Car?”  We are upside down.  My mom’s

Window is broken.  I unbuckled and said

It is weird to walk on the ceiling.

People are here to clean it up.

My grandma is here to pick us up and

Bring us home.