An Accident
That day, strong winds were blowing and coal dark thunder clouds were racing in the sky. The wind shrieked and the sudden gusts of wind raised clouds of red dust. The sky darkened quickly and it threatened to rain but the weather held. A bright streak of lightning illuminated the sky and the distant rumble of thunder reached my ear. I quickened my pace. Finally, the weather fell apart and it started to rain cats and dogs. The rain came – first in big heavy drops that were as sharp as splinters of ice, then in pouring sheets.
Students were pouring out into the street after school. The street was crowded with buses, cars, vans, and motorcycles waiting to pick up students. They parked haphazardly along the street, making it very difficult for people to cross the street. In addition, other vehicles were speeding along, utterly disregarding the speed limit sign. I, like all the other students was waiting for my mother to pick me up.
Somehow, I knew she would be late. I looked around, feeling bored. Everything looked normal until I saw a form one boy, itching to dash across the street. Cars honked mercilessly, motorcyclists weaved in and out of the traffic. Out of a sudden, he dashed across the street. I yelled at him to stop but he did not hear me. It happened so quickly. Unfortunately, a motorcyclist was coming with lightning speed. The rider braked immediately when he saw the boy. It was too late!
The boy flung in the air. Vehicles screeched to a halt. The boy hit the windscreen of a van. There was blood and broken glass everywhere. The boy’s school bag fell heavily on the street, books were scattered all over the street. The boy lay on the street; he did not move or make any sound. Blood was oozing out of his wounds; he looked like he was in excruciating pain. I remained speechless for a few seconds, dumbfounded, as all these had happened right in front of my eyes.
People rushed to the spot. The motorcyclist sped away. People crowded
Students were pouring out into the street after school. The street was crowded with buses, cars, vans, and motorcycles waiting to pick up students. They parked haphazardly along the street, making it very difficult for people to cross the street. In addition, other vehicles were speeding along, utterly disregarding the speed limit sign. I, like all the other students was waiting for my mother to pick me up.
Somehow, I knew she would be late. I looked around, feeling bored. Everything looked normal until I saw a form one boy, itching to dash across the street. Cars honked mercilessly, motorcyclists weaved in and out of the traffic. Out of a sudden, he dashed across the street. I yelled at him to stop but he did not hear me. It happened so quickly. Unfortunately, a motorcyclist was coming with lightning speed. The rider braked immediately when he saw the boy. It was too late!
The boy flung in the air. Vehicles screeched to a halt. The boy hit the windscreen of a van. There was blood and broken glass everywhere. The boy’s school bag fell heavily on the street, books were scattered all over the street. The boy lay on the street; he did not move or make any sound. Blood was oozing out of his wounds; he looked like he was in excruciating pain. I remained speechless for a few seconds, dumbfounded, as all these had happened right in front of my eyes.
People rushed to the spot. The motorcyclist sped away. People crowded