1 . It was a day like any other. I awoke and stretched as the summer sun lay casually ________ my sheets. This summer was going to be different—I had my ________ and my car. With my new found freedom fresh on my mind, I leapt out of bed and ran to the kitchen. My mother was bent over the sink with her phone. “Yes…I’ll be there soon,” she said, then ________ “You need to drive me to ________ my truck.” she said, turning to me.

As we ________ our way to the car dealership, my mother kept ________ me this highway was dangerous, and always _______ with rushing cars. When we drove back home, I followed _______ behind my mother. Everything was fine at first. My mother put her right ________ on, indicating that we were to the exit. The only problem was that I was one lane over and my ________ was blocked by a giant truck in the right lane. Stupidly, I sped up and ________ to pass the truck. However, I judged everything ________. The most horrifying and unimaginable ________ announced the collision, and my car began to spin off the road. There were bloody ________ up and down my legs and arms, but everything ________ worked like it should.

Tears ________ in my mother’s eyes as she hugged me tight. Hours seemed like minutes, and ________ I knew it we were driving home in my mother’s truck. It didn’t ________ me until later that day, just how fragile life is. Sure, I could easily have been killed. In half a second, all my achievements and ambitions would mean ________. Everything I’d ever done would be all I’d ever be remembered for. Life is so fragile and deserves to be lived ________