Claire argued in the car on the way home from detention with her father. Rain had started to fall, faster and faster, untill it poured. She yelled that she was tired of being put between the two of them. She wanted the arguments to stop. She stopped arguing when she looked in front of her.
"Dad, look out,"She screamed.
It was too late. The car swerved into the other lane, a semi barreling through them. Death was quick, painless...instant.