Paper: The Day I Felt Like I Could Fly

| wanted to just get placed on the other side of the street without having to cross it myself. Still feeling cemented to the sidewalk, another car whooshed by me kicking up more exhaust and dust in my direction. The car that passed was just a blurry red object. It was going so fast, it was even hard to tell if anyone was even driving it. | finally jackhammered my feet out of the sidewalk and looked both ways what must have been fifty time. | started to slowly move my way across the fluorescent cross walk, when | looked to the right and saw the laser-beam yellow lights fly around the corner. | was one-quarter way into the walk and there was no turning back. | saw the car fly around the corner trying to catch up to its lights. | started to move a little quicker when I realized that the car hadn't started to slow down. | kept going, but | felt like | was in quicksand and wasn't going anywhere. | was a little more than half way when the car hadn't stopped and was only about twenty-five feet away from me still holding its same speed. My life flashed in front of me as if | had died without being hit by the car. | was blinded by my own brilliant mind when my feet escaped the quicksand and | tripped out past the walk just as the car blew by me at its consistent fifty-five mile and hour speed in a residential area. | had slipped by the headlights of doom. My eyes were wildly searching for my dead body, but | was all there in one piece. | felt like a ghostly character viewing another person's encounters with life and death. Then my head spun like a top, and | was back to viewing my life as | walked up the hill towards my humble home. As | hiked up towards my house, and turned to look back over my shoulder to see my fated death ground, and the walk no longer shined. The little white strips were faded white, and no longer glowing to illuminate the black endless road. The stage of my death had been set, but the show was over....