Chelsea Schultz
2 9/14/09 Section E
I Wanted Ice Cream; I Got a Car Crash Instead
“Wahoo! Go team!” My mother yelped as my brother’s team was up to bat in the last inning of a tie game. It was a fight to the end but sure enough, they had won: that called for a celebration. We chose to go to the small ice cream shop in between the baseball field and our house. My mother was feeling great guilt knowing she was breaking the rules of her sugar free diet, but this was a good exception right?
Besides my Mom and Step Dad, there were 4 of us. Since we were only going a short distance we all crammed into the back seat without a worry in the world. We safely made it to the ice cream shop and carefully decided what we each wanted to enjoy that night. I splurged and went with the banana split; if only I could have finished it.
My family and I all piled back into the car and started off down the road. By this time the sun had completely gone down and it was fairly dark outside. We hadn’t even reached a mile down the road when my Step Father slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting 2 deer walking across the road. There we sat patiently waiting and slowly enjoying our ice cream. I reached my spoon to my mouth and, “BOOM!” I was in too much shock to even understand what had just happened.
By coincidence, the lady that had hit us was the pastor of our town church. She hadn’t seen out break lights and was also speeding. She ran to the car to help us get out and panicked more than we had. From head to toe we were covered in ice cream and sprinkles, and in the dark it looks oddly familiar to blood. There were no serious injuries, but a few minor ones. My parents had whip lash, my brother’s face swelled up, and I had dislocated my shoulder as well as bit off (mid bite) the tip of my tongue.
I was wheeled into the hospital by two very attractive male nurses. Ashamed with how I looked at that point, I was happy to hear them ask if I needed help transporting myself...