feed://cinch.blogtalkradio.com/3109775566

Hi this is Natalie and delaney. We’re going to talk about one of our not so happy high school memories and this is our point of view

 

"lets take the mariposa jump!"

wasnt my idea. we got to mariposa and drove up the hill. i really remember looking at the end sign at the end of the culdesac and saying no no no i want to get out of the car i dont want to do this. yes i am a scaredy cat. this helps me actually. i wish i wouldve gotten out of the car or yelled at jeff. "if i die its your guys's fault." the words of jeff. natalie says "hold on."

 

i remember bombing down that hill. it felt faster than 60 or 70. jeff doesnt remember the exact speed but he thinks we were going at about 80 now. so i think its just a hill. i was thinking "oh ok its just this hill were going to just drive down." i was wrong. i totally forgot there was a jump there. i remember flying. and hitting the ground.

 

then it gets faster from here. i wish i could capture this picture in my head. but im going to do the best to describe it. chaos. bests describes it in one word.

 

i remember hitting the first car. and i thought "oh shit were in a car crash" then i remember hitting something else. and hitting something else. a whole motion of spinning and flipping. i was holding on this whole time. i honestly thought i was going to be dead when we landed.

 

what i saw. well it was a blur. i remember the air bag coming out and hitting me in the face. and seeing that big gray blur. and i remember seeing lights. probably two. and that was because we were straight in the air. i never really thought it was "the light" because it all happened too fast. it was like a roller coaster gone wrong. the whole time i was thinking "i need to get out as fast as possible when we stop"

 

i was so very relieved when we landed. for a second i thought i was dead. i didnt really know. i looked at jeff. he was kinda like hunched and just sitting there. i saw the smoke. it was thick and smelled strongly. i heard that horn. shorted out and repeated. but within the same second i reached in my back pocket and opened the door at the same time and ran. i felt my face. it burned like hell. and was all puffy. that air bag beat me up. but it kicked dormans ass.

 

"where are you?" they asked. "im in el segundo" they asked how old i was. im not gonna lie i kinda forgot. i almost said 13. and i was like oh im 14 nevermind. so i told them 14 obvious. "dude your ankles bleeding" daytona looked. it was pretty bad. she had told my mom her sister was bleeding so my mom was helping her.

 

 

i looked at jeff. he was sooo remorseful. i wish there was something i couldve done to help him. when i hugged him he apologized so many times. i didnt know what to say. i told him i was ok and everything was going to be ok. and i just hugged him and rubbed his back. i dont think i helped much but i wished i did.

 

the rest of the parents got there. im not going to go into too much about that. they were really upset and jeffs mom was crying. as any mother would. i got up and went to jeff and natalie and just hugged them. we just sat there with each other. i started making jokes. at least they kinda laughed. we talked about myspace pictures. i think it kinda lightened the mood. i feel sort of stupid for that but i hate when people are sad.

 

i never really looked at the car or anything around us. i just saw the back end. mangled. and our subway cups on the ground. "i didnt get to eat my sandwich" i thought. idk how i thought about that at a time like this. the most random things came to mind because i was trying to make myself feel better.

 

i went to sleep and the next day i went to look at the scene. there was sooo much glass. you could probably make 800 pairs of spectacles. people said they thought an airplane crashed. it was described as the worst and loudest sound they have ever heard. i didnt hear any noise whatsoever because my adrenaline was pumping so much. i just remember hearing hitting the first car. and certain smells, like my heater, and sounds bring back these memories.

 

theres a lot more to this story. about the cars afterwards. and the whole thing and the people on that street with the lady who was taking her anger out on daytona, me, and our families.

 

but i need to end that story as were all living. and so lucky. this is a miracle. thanks for watching over us. whoever you are. guardian angels, god, a higher power. thank you.