"Would ya just look at it Mark?" Sam exclaimed, staring at my dad's tractor.
I gulped.
"I dunno. It looks scary...I mean, what if you fell underneath that while it was on!?" I said, a chill running down my spine.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"But...wouldn't you just love to ride this thing!?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
I crossed my arms.
"No! We could get in so much trouble if we get caught! I'm serious! My Dad would never let me leave the house! Like, ever!" I yelled, before fixing my glasses, which had drooped down to the bottom of my nose.
Sam ignored me, and touched the tractor.
"Aw come on Mark! We're only 13...like once!" Same yelled, before gripping my shoulders.
"I NEED to see this thing in action, man! If you don't drive this, I will. And you KNOW what happened to Ms. Nesbit's house when I mowed it!" He yelled, and I remembered. poor Ms. Nesbit's yard was ruined.
If Sam drove that thing...oh boy.
"Fine! I'll do it! I'll do it. Sheesh!" I grumbled, climbing onto the tractor.
"Ok, so.." I began talking to myself, when I heard Sam yell something.
"What?!" I asked.
Nothing.
"Whatever. HEY SAM! I THINK I GOT I-" I was cut off to the machine suddenly lurching backwards.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and fumbled for the controls, before it sputtered to a stop. My entire body was shaking, and when I opened my eyes, instead of seeing the complete mess I made of my yard...
I saw red liquid oozing down my glasses. I quickly yanked hem off, and cleaned then with my T-shirt before putting them back on. My eyes went wide, and I felt a strangled cry escape my throat. I jumped off the tractor, and ran as fast as I could, towards my friend. Or...what was left of him.
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!"