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Dead at 17Agony claws my mind. I am a statistic. When I first got here,I felt very much alone. I was overwhelmed by grief,and I expected to find sympathy.I found no sympathy. I saw only thousands of others whose bodies were as badly mangled as mine. I was given a number and placed in a category. The category was called "traffic fatalities."The dai I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus! But I was to cool for the bus. I remembered how I wheeled the car out of Mom. "Special favor,"I pleaded. "All the kids drive." When the 2:50 p.m. bell rang, I threw my books in the locker. Free until tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot,excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss.It doesn't matter how the accident happened, I was goofing off-going to fast,taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying the my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard a crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass a
AnimalsI wish that sometimes I was an animal.Maybe I could be a eagle,majestic and strong;Or a wolf,running free with the pack,chasing down elk for us to eat together.Perhaps a cat,being lazy and independent,though a pet once in a while would be nice.But no,how about a peacock,showing off my beauty for others to gawk. I would give a few of my feathers to my friends as a gift.Perhaps a giraffe,the tallest of all. It would be horrible having a sore throat though.No matter what animal I wish I could be,I'm happy being myself,but I can always dream.