I sat in the booth with my best guy friend, Tommy, and sipped my soda. I smelled the syrup filled scent and looked across the table at my two friends Gabby and Bella. "Bella, sometimes I don't understand why you choose that look." I said with a mysterious grin. She rolled her eyes, then looked at me," You see goth, darkness, I see spunk, attitude, freedom. I never want to fit in with the flow, and you know that." I tucked my fiery red curls behind my ear and leaned into Tommy. "I am so exausted! Ugh, I had my final in math today. I'm almost positive I flunked." I said with a smile. Gabby Let out a groan. "I had English. How stupid." I allowed a yawn to escape my mouth and checked my watch. "Oh sh¡t guys! Sixth Period is almost over!" I threw some cash on the table and pushed Tommy out of the booth. "Lets Go!" I shouted as we piled into the small car. I started the engine and stomped in the gas pedal. That was my first mistake. I never saw the truck coming straight for us. Lights. Sirens. Screaming. It took me a while to realize the screaming was coming from me. I turned around a best as I could to see Tommy's arm hanging out of the broken window, and Bella looking around, blurry-eyed. I turned my attention to Gabby, who I then realized, wasn't breathing. Around that time, I blacked out.