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  • At last I turned 18 yrs old. I woke up super happy because I already knew my fathers birthday present that for me. A brand new car! I was happy. However, it was kind of lame cause I had school that day. It was our last day of school, so it didn't really matter. I went to school, and my friends and teachers threw a party for me in my class. I thanked all my friends and teachers. School was over, I couldn't wait to go home to get my new car. When I got home, my friend alex called me to ask if I
    wanted to drink and have fun. I told him, yea, later on though. I am waiting on my father. I told him I'd call around 8:30 pm. After waiting till my father got home, he came home from work but didn't come with no brand new car. My day got ruined. Then my called me and told me to go to the backyard. I went; I seen a huge truck called a surburban, all green with some nice rims. I fell in love with my truck. So, I told my parents I'D be back later. They told me to be careful. I said i would. So, i went to pick up my friends, and we decided to get some liquor; Therefore we did, After 5 hours of drinking and driving, I felt tired and wanted to go home. When we were almost home, I saw a car come full speed at me. I tried to speed up, but my truck had no gas. I forgot to put some gas on the way out. I got super scared. I tired to get out, but I couldn't. I was too afriad. Then, the car hit me. I blacked out. All I remember ws me looking at myself above my new truck and seeing the ambulance truck taking me away in a boby bag. I couldn't beleive it myself, and am I died. My favorite birthday was my last.
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