#12 (oooo the BIG one! no seriosly sumthin big happens trust me JUST READ IT!!!!)
He made it home ok and hurried into his house. He found the sandwich Carina had made, but he was afraid to eat it since he had just thrown up a little bit ago. Instead, he decided to take some more medicine since all the pain and nausea was back. He was just about to leave the kitchen when the phone rang and scared him silly. After dragging himself over to the phone, he pushed the speaker button and fell onto the floor.
“Hello?” He answered groggily from the ground.
“Harrold? Did you make it home ok?” Harrold recognized Derrick’s voice coming from the speaker.
“Yeah, yeah it’s all good.” Harrold closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
“Just wanted to make sure you got home safe since you were so—,”
Harrold couldn’t hear what Derrick was about to call him because he was cut off by a deafening crash. He first heard a high pitched squeak of skidding tires on the slippery road and loud, blaring car horns. The sound of metal against metal followed, filling Harrold’s house with noise. Derrick must have overheard it.
“What was that?!”
“I’ll call you back!” Harrold was up off the ground. He hung up the phone, raced to the door and swung it open. A cold gust of wind rushed into the house and blew Harrold’s hair about his face.
Harrold stood in the doorway in astonishment. Two cars had collided right in front of his house. He was even more surprised to see that one of the vehicles was Carina’s. He watched as she stumbled out of the twisted remains of her black car, she seemed unhurt.
“Carina!” Harrold shouted as he raced towards her. Carina’s head whipped around and she started talking very fast when she saw Harrold running towards her.
“Harrold! I don’t know what happened! I was just coming to see you and the other car--!” She stammered. The other driver had emerged from his car. He had a cut running across his forehead, and he was very frantic. Although it seemed he was more worried about his car than himself. Harrold and Carina decided to let him deal with his problems by himself. Mostly they were afraid of being hit with the briefcase the man was shaking.
“Are you ok?!” Harrold turned back towards Carina after watching the man go into a frenzy.
“Yes, yes I’m ok.” She seemed shocked and she was breathing heavily.
“Can I get you something?” Harrold asked slowly. Carina shook her head, her long hair swinging from side to side. “Wow.” Harrold said, examining the cars. “What did you do?!”
“Well, I was distracted and…what do you mean what did I do?!” All of a sudden, another loud screeching filled the air. Harrold looked up and saw a red Chevy pickup truck that had lost control on the slippery, wet road, skidding fast and erratically. Skidding right towards Carina.
Everything seemed to happen slowly, yet it all went so fast. Harrold--after finally comprehending that she was in danger--dove towards Carina and gave her a firm push on the shoulder; Carina fell safely out of the way. A grass stain was probably the worst of her problems, but for Harrold it was quite different.
HAH! see i told u! eh, u prolly saw it comin cuz im bad at hiding stuff but i was tryin to put in FoReShAdOwInG cuz i kept mentioning da slippery wet roads! oooo! see look joe is utterly shocked cuz he didn't see it comin!--->
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