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At exactly 5:30 AM, the blaring alarm woke the four teenage girls from a deep sleep. They tossed and turned until Blaire realized what the day had in store. Blaire woke the others and they hurriedly showered, got dressed, brushed their teeth, combed their hair, and were out the door in less than twenty minutes. By 6:00 AM, Blaire, Kristen, Stella, and Skylar hopped into the jeep with excitement. At 6:15 the girls reached the highway, blasting the car speakers with their all-time favorite music. They enjoyed the early morning ride, laughing, texting, taking pictures and videos, until it stopped. At exactly 6:17 AM the jeep collided with an eighteen wheeler, rolled down the highway, as Blaire was halfway through what she didn't know would be her last text.

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  1. Grace SOctober 3, 2017 at 6:13 AM

    You did a great job of making this story feel real, especially since it had to be so short. I love how you included the timeframe and made the ending so blunt. It creates a very powerful message.

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  2. ThomasOctober 11, 2017 at 4:15 PM

    This is an extremely powerful post, and talks about the real problem and consequences of texting while driving. I love how you made the ending very sudden, because it was probably very sudden for the characters, and it almost makes you feel how they would.

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  3. FireballtriOctober 20, 2017 at 9:50 AM

    This was a very interesting turn in the end. It has a great message in an unbelievable story.

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