Tossing and turning, I get up at 7 am. Get ready for school, finally senior year of college. After all the years of schooling, crying, pouting-well you get the point, it was all about to over. Go to my four classes, because only I would decide senior year was the best time to take 21 credits instead of the regular 16. I meet up with friends who pile in my car and we are off to wherever the warm air of May took us.

Checking my phone was never a problem, I usually check it fifty times in a minute, but that day I didn’t bother. What could go wrong right?

I had fifteen phone calls from my dad and two from my brother- not counting all the texts. “What the heck could have happened now” A simple week stood in the way of graduation and nothing, I repeat nothing was supposed to go wrong. Figured I’d give them a call once I got back to my house off-campus-wrong choice.

We all hopped back in my car and jammed to Luke Bryan. My brakes felt loose, but how was I supposed to know what was happening? I only know to check things when lights come on. I then quickly thought how I never scheduled a service appointment and driving all these miles back and forth from school to home, might do some harm. Just like that, I realized my car would not brake. No dramatization needed. I saw in the distance that we were heading for a red light, two cars stopped, and my car still going that 45 mph that the sign said. I freaked out to say the least. Everyone did. I had zero time to think. I had to think of hitting either the family of five in front of me or that light pole and risk hurting my friends. The pole felt like a better choice. Everyone closed their eyes as we hit that pole, I looked back and saw the kids’ faces that I avoided hitting and for that split second, I knew that I made the right decision.

The car was ruined, the brakes clearly snapped, my friends were all crying, and all I heard were sirens and saw flashing lights. Two cars stopped to make sure we were okay. Everyone got out except me. With some back injuries and a few bumps and bruises, I was stuck in the front seat. Turns out my dad and brother were calling me to tell me that I should go get my brakes checked before heading home that weekend- too late pops. The car is dead.

**Get your car serviced and checked! Inspect your brakes and please please know where the emergency brake is**

Back to the end of the story. As the paramedics and police officers pulled me out like a sack of potatoes, I turned to my friends who were bawling thinking I might be seriously hurt or dead, and said, “We are probably the dumbest (insert inappropriate word) “group of friends ever”- we forgot about the emergency brake. Love you guys.” and took off with the officers to the hospital.