an online journal of student writing
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.