This was the best party ever.

I was just leaving my friend's friend's basement. The guys were leading the way, tripping over themselves trying to hold the door for whoever they thought was cute. We had danced and sung all night long so that now, it was an hour till dawn.

My friend had asked whether I wanted to go to this party or not. It was the last time I would ever get to see her, so of course I had said yes. I had promised, even if I had to sneak out. And that was a good thing, because I did. No one knew where I was. No one at the party but my friend knew who I was, but I was still surprised when half the boys held the door open for me at once. Too bad I wasn't here for romance. If they knew that, they would have let that door smack me.

Once we were outside, we all piled into a bunch of cars and drove off, making sure we all had a seat. I got a passenger seat in the front of a truck. My friend's boyfriend was in the driver's seat. I started to talk to a couple of people in the back. My attention was turned back to the road with the screeching of tires.

Five of the cars in front of us were doing donuts in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I heard the driver say, "Let's break that up," and charge straight at them. I screamed. The sound of crunching metal was deafening, and I saw was the passenger of the car we hit. He was right in front of me, and he would have bodily hit me if we were in the opening. Maybe he did. The last thing I saw was his wide, silvery eyes, A foot from my face and showing as much terror as I felt.