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She hastily snatched up her car keys off the cool kitchen countertop. The jingling of various key chains broke the desolate silence within the room. Eyes of hazel filled to the brim with tears scanned the room, it remained the same dull shade of navy blue that it had always been. Dully lit and lacking something that made her feel welcome. Her brown hair was tangled and fell into her eyes, blocking her vision, not that she honestly cared at that point. She continued to make her way towards the front door as quickly as possible, trying not to stall as to stop herself from the decision that laid before her.

She quickly laced up black and red stared laces on torn and faded chuck taylors. She’d had the same shoes for almost three years now, and she couldn’t ever bear to rid herself of them. They were almost a part of her. She then picked herself up off the floor, and marched out the front door. She grabbed the cold brass handle, and slammed it behind her. Luckily, the house was empty so that there was no one home to yell at her for doing such a thing as they normally would have.

Making her way across the now dying and crisp grass, the cold, dry and bitter night air nipped at her face, and sent her hair flying in all directions. Rain poured down like a shower from the sky. She made her way under a naked oak tree, and finally spotted her most needed tool, her little green ZX2.

(Beep beep!) the doors were unlocked, and she grabbed the handle, yanked the door open, and then jumped in. Slamming the door, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Then, she put the keys in the ignition, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The engine jumped to life and began to purr like a little kitten. She grabbed the stick and threw it into reverse, and she pushed the gas and the car cheeped at her command.

She shot down the road, easily passing the speed limit and beyond. She knew that crooked small back road like the back of her own hand. She knew every turn and corner, and could easily make it past all of them without any sort of trouble, no matter what sort of weather surrounded her. Her headlights were the only source of illumination in the surrounding area. The moon hung low, and the stars twinkled like there was nothing left for them to do.

The continued driving until she got close to her destination. It was now or never. Would she do it, or would she choose to turn around, and take the path backwards that lead her here? She never knew herself to be someone to make it so close to something she wanted, then stop and turn back. And, that night, she knew she wasn’t going to start a new trend.

The biggest cliff and curve on the entire road. Instead of turning her wheel to the right, she continued to Corrine forward, flying to her fate. And she softly uttered “So long, and thanks for the memories”

Squealing tires, breaking glass, bones crushing, blood flying, and metal curling up like a unwanted soda can, send onto the curb to be smashed by a unidentified foot. The sound of steel breaking could be heard for miles in the silent country air. Finally her car landed in a shallow creek bed, and she was no longer.

She had mad the decision to make herself nonexistent. Now, she was merely a sad sob story, and a newspaper clipping to be put in a family scrap book, the last they’d ever heard from a girl who seemed better than she really was. All that was left of her was a little pink and white wreath on the curve where she had died, nothing more, nothing less. Just another sad ending for a pathetic soul.

Little did they know that the “accident” that night was far from an accident.

Description
She hastily snatched up her car keys off the cool kitchen countertop. The jingling of various key chains broke the desolate silence within the room. Eyes of hazel filled to the brim with tears scanned the room, it remained the same dull shade of navy blue that it had always been. Dully lit and lacking something that made her feel welcome. Her brown hair was tangled and fell into her eyes, blocking her vision, not that she honestly cared at that point. She continued to make her way towards the front door as quickly as possible, trying not to stall as to stop herself from the decision that laid before her.

She quickly laced up black and red stared laces on torn and faded chuck taylors. She’d had the same shoes for almost three years now, and she couldn’t ever bear to rid herself of them. They were almost a part of her. She then picked herself up off the floor, and marched out the front door. She grabbed the cold brass handle, and slammed it behind her. Luckily, the house was empty so that there was no one home to yell at her for doing such a thing as they normally would have.

Making her way across the now dying and crisp grass, the cold, dry and bitter night air nipped at her face, and sent her hair flying in all directions. Rain poured down like a shower from the sky. She made her way under a naked oak tree, and finally spotted her most needed tool, her little green ZX2.

(Beep beep!) the doors were unlocked, and she grabbed the handle, yanked the door open, and then jumped in. Slamming the door, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Then, she put the keys in the ignition, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The engine jumped to life and began to purr like a little kitten. She grabbed the stick and threw it into reverse, and she pushed the gas and the car cheeped at her command.

She shot down the road, easily passing the speed limit and beyond. She knew that crooked small back road like the back of her own hand. She knew every turn and corner, and could easily make it past all of them without any sort of trouble, no matter what sort of weather surrounded her. Her headlights were the only source of illumination in the surrounding area. The moon hung low, and the stars twinkled like there was nothing left for them to do.

The continued driving until she got close to her destination. It was now or never. Would she do it, or would she choose to turn around, and take the path backwards that lead her here? She never knew herself to be someone to make it so close to something she wanted, then stop and turn back. And, that night, she knew she wasn’t going to start a new trend.

The biggest cliff and curve on the entire road. Instead of turning her wheel to the right, she continued to Corrine forward, flying to her fate. And she softly uttered “So long, and thanks for the memories”

Squealing tires, breaking glass, bones crushing, blood flying, and metal curling up like a unwanted soda can, send onto the curb to be smashed by a unidentified foot. The sound of steel breaking could be heard for miles in the silent country air. Finally her car landed in a shallow creek bed, and she was no longer.

She had mad the decision to make herself nonexistent. Now, she was merely a sad sob story, and a newspaper clipping to be put in a family scrap book, the last they’d ever heard from a girl who seemed better than she really was. All that was left of her was a little pink and white wreath on the curve where she had died, nothing more, nothing less. Just another sad ending for a pathetic soul.

Little did they know that the “accident” that night was far from an accident.