There was even a book written about it. Of course there was. For, once it happened, the good people of Shelton County decided to document it through every sort of media they could think of. This was a terrible happening, indeed.
Gavin was only fifteen at the time of the accident and, though not a shining star in anyone's eyes, was considered to be a "good kid." He didn't smoke or drink, always went to school and church, and always made a nice appearance. These were the sorts of things the old women in the back of the church would say whenever he slunk in half an hour late and settled into his very own pew. "My he's a good boy. He'll grow up to be just like his father, sure as the sun rises in the east." they would whisper and Gavin, ears rather large and terribly keen, would snicker. For Gavin did not particularly care for his father. But that is another story.
He was walking home from school one crisp autumn day when his girlfriend, Jennifer, waved to him from across the street. "Walk with me!" she called. And Gavin, being male, decided to cross the street to do just that. Only, he did not make it all the way across the street.
The book was written by a one Shelta P. Price and was entitled, callously enough, "Gavin's End." Her great work documented the life and times of Gavin through the eyes of friends, family, and old girlfriends. It was sold out the day after it was placed on the shelves of the Shelton Booklegger and all copies were tear-stained at the end of the day.