I was walking home from school today and I have to cross the street. It's dark, the roads are completely icy, so I like to wait to make sure cars are actually going to be able to stop completely before I step out in front of them. Especially at night. As I'm standing there on the corner I hear an enormous squealing noise. Not sure what's going on I decide it's definitely the safest choice to just stand there and figure out why that car is squealing so much ... Is it the brakes? I don't think this car can stop! At that point the car speeds by still squealing. I just follow it with my gaze. Another guy standing on the corner with me said, "Well, that was weird." "Yeah." Smoke trailed behind the car and the smell of burnt rubber filled my noise. Yeah, their brakes definitely went out or they were going to fast, I don't know! As I walked across the street I watched after the car, still squealing now a couple blocks down.
I hope they were able to stop eventually and that they didn't kill anybody.
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this is my mother
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