“Hold on Charlotte, let me go get my scarf.” My best friend Abigail said to me. While Abigail ran upstairs to dig her scarf out from under a pile of dirty laundry, I bundled myself up, ready for our walking trip to Starbucks.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” Abigail was skipping gracefully down the stairs tying her scarf around her neck. I opened the front door and the bells hanging from the doorknob jingled.
We began our journey to Starbucks by walking on stone wall. We gossiped about people in our school and talked about our crush. I was so glad that we decided to walk to Starbucks before the pumpkin spice lattes were out of season. “Hold my hand as we cross the street,” Abigail teased. I clutched Abigail’s hand walked at a nice pace across the intersection. I heard police car sirens from a distance and listened to them come closer. I turned my head to the direction of the sirens. I saw a black mustang racing past stop signs and red lights in the direction of me and Abigail. Three police cars followed closely behind the mustang. “Watch out!” I yelled to Abigail. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion. The mustang forced itself into the side of Abigail and she went rolling up the hood of the car. Everything was back in normal speed. I break down into hysteric tears as I watch my best friend lay in a pile of blood and roll off the hood of the car. Police men run to the dead body and cover her with their jackets. They carry her away.
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