"To ninth grade!" she shouted, raising her glass of Martinelli's in the air of the Range Rover.
"To ninth grade!" they echoed as they clinked glasses and sipped.
"From this moment on, we will officially rock the ninth grade of BOCHS!" she screamed out the sun-roof. They hooted and hollered out the window, laughing, just in time to see a yellow hummer speeding towards them, head on.
Screaming, skidding, bleeding. It all ran together. She could hear sirens, until the noise was permanently etched in her brain. Her head was pounding; she was numb.
She tried to open her eyes, but they felt as if they were glued shut…
Sleep sounded so good…
But she had to stay… stay awake… awake…