When my sister was on her way back to my dads house, it was pouring rain outside. It’s a 40 minute drive and she has to take the highway. She needed to get new tires because hers were worn out, but she didn’t change them yet. While she was driving on the highway, she was going faster than the speed limit. It was 65mph limit, but she was probably going 10-15 over. She hydroplaned and her car started spinning, her car was wrecked bad. She only managed to hit one car slightly. My sister came out fine, she didn’t have any scratches on her. The moral to this story is to drive safe and drive the speed limit. When the weather is bad drive slow. I’m blessed my sister survived the accident.
Creekview High School
A few years back my dad had a little red ford. He was on the road for a long time since he worked farther out. One day a big truck was not paying attention and just bumped my dads car. Later my dad found out it tore the car apart and his car had to get towed. My dad was fine, luckily, but I just hope there is no more careless drivers…
Sugar Land Middle School
It was just a regular night. After dinner, my brothers, my little sister and I were driving home. We were all just sitting there on our phones until BOOM! The feeling of the car hitting another car felt like someone slamming you to the wall; it was unexpected. I had no idea what had happened. Apparently, my brother took a glance at his phone and he accidentally pressed down on the pedal. Next thing you know, our car hits the car in front of us and somehow that car hits the car in front of it. Looking over at my brother, he looked shocked as he held his phone in his hand. This experience was an educational lesson for me to not text and drive because you’ll never know what would happen in that second you adjust your attention.
Sugar Land Middle School
My brother and my dad were being nice and went out to get us doughnuts, which was very nice of them. I was really excited, until I heard that my brother and my dad were hit by a car that ran a red light at very high speeds. luckily nobody was severely hurt, which was very, very lucky. The car could have hit them and destroyed their car, killing them both. My brother had described the wreck like this: “The light turned green and we started to go, then randomly a car hit us from the front. Our car spun around around in the middle of the road,spilling orange juice everywhere.” The cream filled doughnut hit my brother in the face and got cream all over him. Someone called 911 and they came and helped them. I’m just very happy that my dad and my brother were not hurt, things could have gone much worse, which it does for many people and families. So remember this, Don’t be reckless, be safe.
Sugar Land Middle School
It was a Friday and everyone was ready to leave school. I had planned on going home with one of my friends, Sarah. We met up outside and two more people were with her. One of her friends had asked for a ride. Her house was on the way to Sarah’s so it wasn’t a big deal. We all got into the car. I was in the passenger seat, Sarah was driving, and Kate with her little sister sat in the back seat. We had to stop by my house so I could get some clothes. While I was inside, everyone else stayed in the car. When I got back in, Kate and Sarah had made an arrangement to let Kate drive after a certain point down the road. She must have been pretty convincing because Sarah was all for it. I didn’t know what was going on until we pulled over to switch seats. I didn’t want to be in the passenger seat with someone I didn’t know very well. I climbed in the backseat and buckled up. Kate’s little sister was still in the backseat but she didn’t even have a seat belt on. I buckled her up and I was surprised that her own big sister didn’t buckle her up! It kind of made me mad. We started moving and the farther we went, the more nervous I got. Kate was going faster and faster. Around every curve, over every bridge, passing other vehicles. Then she said something that made my heart skip a beat. She said, ” I drive faster when I’m scared.” I didn’t know what to think or what to say. I was in total shock. Right after she said that, my whole world was spinning around. It was completely quiet in the car. We were spinning around and we hit a ditch backwards and went back across the road and hit another ditch. When we stopped moving, the whole scene played back in my mind. The tires screeched and the world blurred. I remember seeing a red blob out of my window. When we stopped, I looked ahead of us and saw the whole wreck scene on the road. There were black skid marks on the road, mud everywhere, and sitting about two feet from our marks, was a big stop sign. We didn’t hit it. How did we not hit that sign? It was right in the way. I had trusted someone I barely knew with my life. Later on I learned that she only had her learners permit. I was just lucky to be alive and well. Take it from me, never get into a car with someone you don’t know very well, it could be the last time you get into a vehicle.
You never really know when it will be the last time you say “I Love You” to someone. What would you say if you knew it was really the last chance you ever will have to talk to them. On March 8th 2014, half of my family got into a car crash. When I got the phone call from my father telling me that my sister and nephew had passed away that morning I was speechless. All I could remember was that the last words I texted her was that I hated her. She had died thinking I hated her. But you can’t dwell on the negative things that happened in life. I can only go on knowing that we were able to be in each others life. I choose to remember all the good things that happened while she was alive. Life is short you should take every moment while it counts you never know when it is our last moment with each other. I truely hope my sister knew how much I care and love her.
This is one of the prime reasons that I have become involved with “Teens in the Drivers Seat”. To prevent the heartache of losing a family member, best friend and a trusted person. No one should feel the way I felt the moment i got that phone call.
Pleasant Valley High School
Talking while driving is an difficult thing to do, especially if you live in a crowded area. I was driving and my dad had called and my thoughts exactly were, “Well at least I’m not texting.” I knew that it was one of the top causes of teen aged car wrecks, but I threw all caution away. I answered the phone and wasn’t paying attention when the stop light had just turned red. Luckily, I looked up and saw the car stopping in front of me. I didn’t have enough time to stop, so I swerved into the turning lane. There wasn’t anyone there, or else I would have had a collision. I thank God everyday because I am so lucky that I didn’t have a wreck. Now, whenever I am driving, I make sure to turn my phone on driving mode so it will not distract me from driving.
Chisum High School
When I was younger, I attended a small school in the country, where everyone knew everybody and everyone was either friendly or kept to themselves completely. I, being the type of child to cling to the staff, was incredibly close with my middle school principal, Mrs. Jeans – she was always really nice to me, and seemed to be aware of my struggles to fit in among the other kids. It was in the middle of the first semester when her son, only twenty years old, was in a car crash. There wasn’t really anyone to blame, I suppose, but he hadn’t been paying attention as he rode out in the pastures while he fed cattle. I didn’t know him personally, nor did I have plans to know him at the young age of thirteen. What I did see was what had happened to his mother and it wasn’t through school (like I mentioned, everybody knows everyone even if they haven’t met before). Mrs. Jeans didn’t show up to school for four weeks, none of the other children saw her break down as far as I know. I did, however, and it was during the night I stayed over at a younger friend, Payton’s house. The dogs were barking up a storm and since we thought it might be deer, as that wasn’t uncommon, we made our way outside to go and explore! A strange light came from the garage where all the farming tools and machines were kept, so we approached it likes moths to a flame. Inside, among the tools and the various different vehicles, we saw Mrs. Jeans holding her nephew, Riley (Payton’s father) close to her, sobbing into his shoulder. We watched for ten or fifteen minutes, at least, before Mrs. Jeans finally looked up and noticed us, and Riley told us to go back to the house. I couldn’t sleep that night, seeing Mrs. Jean’s shaking shoulders and hearing her soft cries as the house remained silent. No cars passed by during the night.
Before Mrs. Jeans did finally return, we had a meeting – the entire school of maybe seventy-five students – and we were told that we should not approach her, we do not hug her, we did not tell her that we were sorry for her loss.I wanted to do all of that, but the most I said to her was “Welcome back, Mrs. Jeans,” and “Good morning”. She left again only three days later.
One night after dark my friend was rushing home from her boyfriend’s house after her mother had called to get her to come home. She jumped into her car neglecting to put on her seatbelt, and began speeding down the highway, soon she reached a sharp curve in the road. Driving too fast she ran off the curve and over corrected. With the car still in motion her neck hit the roof of her vehicle, and then she was ejected through the back window of her vehicle. When they found her lying on pavement they discovered she had broken her neck. When she woke up all she asked was, “Did I hurt anyone? and “I can’t blame anyone but myself. It was all my fault!” Thankfully no one else was affected by the accident, but because of her decision to not wear her seatbelt she spent the next 46 days in a hospital bed. The measures taken by the doctors to help her heal properly were extensive but worth it. Today my friend is completely healed, and living her life normally. As a miracle.
Timpson High School