Speeding Teen Crashes Into House, Kills Girl

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Cameron Hosking Mr.Anderson English 2 10-3-10 Speeding!! I know why you might speed. They might be late to work, in a hurry to an appointment, or just having fun. And speeding is fun; the thrill of , or tires screaming as you carne around a corner, pushing your car beyonds its limits, the danger of passing another car within inches and nearly seeing death. But I have seen how close death can be. I have a tale of this kind of speed and danger, one that I was, in a rare case, scared for my life. So I stand here and tell you my tale, a tale that nearly ended in a bad ending, I ask, no, plead you, to stop this dangerous past time. I squinted through the sunlight, my body was swinging at every turn of the wheel. My older brother’s face was contorted in concentration and his massive hands flying across the wheel like a ship master of old. We were in my older brother’s truck, its color always reminding me like blood., Trees flew by as the curves of the road fled by as if a the wolf was on the hunt. We pushed the truck to its limits. The engine purring like a cat who had caught the mouse that had eluded it for weeks. We danced a fine line between life and death.We could see nothing much farther then the turn ahead of us, for all we knew a burning wreck was around the bend. We passed a speed limit sign, it’s great black letters said 25MPH. I looked at the speedometer in the truck. The white needle, that decided who lives and who dies, said 50MPH. 50MPH!! twice the speed limit, fear spread through my heart like ice. Suddenly the awesomeness of the racing around and seeing death and laughing as you walked way disappeared in a heart beat. Gripping the arms of my seat, I prayed that I would live. I never feared anything, but now I have finally realized fear. Racing around the bend, I saw a garbage truck parked in the middle of the road, picking up trash. Red lights flashing, sirens wailing like a baby’s scream warning others not to invade upon their space. With a shout like a lion, my brother slammed on the brakes of the truck, squealing, the tires protested to the sudden end of our ride. Watching as every second we got closer to the mighty truck infront of us, without warning was stopped. Leaning forward, I saw we were less then a foot away from the garbage truck. Looking at my brother, I saw a smile break out on his face. Looking at me he laughed like a monkey. Then he spoke. “Dude, you should see your face, you look like a ghost.” His voice cracked at the last word and he busted up. Then I spoke. “We almost died!! How is that funny!!!??” He just kept laughing. Dear speeding fanatics,, even though speeding can be fun, it is dangerous. Many believe that speeding is a great way to make time, or have fun. This dangerous pastime, though fun and exciting, is too dangerous to continue. The story I just told you is one full year old. If we have not seen the garbage truck as soon as we turned I would not be able to tell you this tale. So I plead, not for you but for your family as well, quit speeding. a paper I wrote for my english class.

If we supplied all cars with those breatholyzer locks, we would not be having these problems. I also mourn for Drivers Ed classes, which I took in high school. They were great, and we learned a lot.