You never really know how unpredictable life can be. One second, you're jamming out to a good song on the radio and then within the next three clicks of your blinker, you can't hear your music...

Your heart is pounding. Blood, filled with adrenaline, coursing through your veins faster and faster. You instinctively stomp on your brakes.

You hear someone scream, it turns out to be you, and you realize quickly that there is no where you can go but skidding toward a residential home.

In that instant, you slam your eyes shut, hoping that you'll open them again. You do, but you see yourself getting closer to the windshield when the seat belt locks up. You see the little crystal hanging from the rear-view mirror hit the roof.

Quickly and not thinking you slam the car into park, you shut it off and snatch your cellphone from the passenger seat.

Calling home, no one answers, you call at least five times. Finally you give up, calling your father's cell...

"I crashed."
"Where?"
"By the corner market."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. The car is messed up though."
"We'll be there soon."

I left, went to a friends house. I couldn't stay, I felt too bad. Costing too much damage and effort for my father to fix and put forth. I feel terribly guilty, but my parents knew it was going to happen, I'm fine. No one was standing there. No car was there. I was lucky I didn't hit the tree. At least now...I'm prepared.