Shawn was a writer for a magazine called star. He worked hard all day. He was working on an article about Britney Spears. When he was done at the end of the day, he handed it into his boss. He went back to his office and packed up his briefcase. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called. His boss (Mr. Wilson) walked in.
"I'd like to talk to you, Hunter," he said. SHawn sat down at his desk, and Mr. Wilson sat in the seat across from him. Shawn hoped he had liked his article, and wasn't about to fire him.
"Well, Mr. Hunter," continued Mr Wilson, "I ahve to say that your article was fantastic." Shawn's face lit up. "yes," he thought.
"It is going to be the cover story in our next issue," his boss went on, "Hunter, you're our new top writer." His boss went on. He had given him a raise and everything!
Shawn's friends stood outside his office, waiting to find out the news. After all, they'd seen the boss go in. They acted casually as Mr Wilson walked out, who was followed by Shawn. As soon as Mr Wilson was out of site, their questions poured out.
"What did he say?"
"Are you...fired?"
"Did he say something good–or bad?"
"Alright!" Shawn exclaimed, hushing the three of them. "I have a raise and my article is going to be the cover story in the next issue!"
"Well, Shawn," said his friend, Matt. "You've always deserved it, and now you finally have it."
"Yeah," said Jean. "We have to celebrate. I'll pay...we can go to Rosa's!" Rosa's was a bar, not too far. It was known for the great music.
"Well...alright," said Shawn. "Hold on-I have to call Angela." He stepped back into his office and pulled out his cellphone. He dialed the number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello," said Angela's voice.
"Hi, hunny," said Shawn. "Listen, Mr Wilson read my article and all. I got a raise and it's going to be the cover story in our next issue."
"Oh, that's great!" Angela exclaimed.
"Well," he continued, "I'm going to be late-I'll be out celebrating with the boys, okay?"
"Sure," she said, "but don't get into any trouble."
"I won't-I love you."
"love ya, bye." He closed his cellphone and went back into the hall.
"Let's go," he said to his friends.
Shawn partied at Rosa's. He hadn't really noticed how many beers Matt had had. They partied until 12:30pm, when they decided to head home. "I'll drive," suggested Matt.
"How about I drive," said Shawn. He'd only had a small glass of beer. He didn't notice really how much Matt had.
"Oh, it'll be fine," said Matt. He got into the driver's seat and started the car. Shawn sat beside him in the passenger's seat. He noticed that Matt wasn't driving as well as usual. He sometimes got a ride with him to work. "Uh...Matt," Shawn said uneasily, "maybe I..um..should drive."
"Shawn, I have my license, I know how to drive." They came to a red light. Matt didn't stop, and hit a large city bus. The car tipped on it's side, and Shawn was choked by his seat belt. The car hit the road, and his head banged. He was knocked unconscious and injured.
