A gust of cool air blew the wind chime against the house. The boy that lived there had no idea what was going to happen that night. The boy walked out the front door, onto the porch. He smelled rain. He had heard thunder earlier, but really hadn�t thought about it. He walked over to the porch swing, and sat down. He started to swing back and forth when he looked onto the road, seeing his parents driving off to go have dinner. He sat there swinging for a while, then after a couple of minutes, he had fallen asleep.
He saw a flash of light. He then noticed that he was sitting in the backseat of his parents� car. They were talking about him. He overheard them say that he was acting too reluctant and that they should start punishing him when he did things wrong, instead of just letting him get away with it. He felt anger suddenly flow threw his body. He had never really done anything wrong, except stay out late, and they had grounded him for a week. He wanted so much to hit one of them, or say something, but didn�t, since he knew it was only a dream, but a very realistic dream. They finally stopped talking about him, and his dad turned on the windshield wipers, as it had just started to rain. His dad started to say something, but stopped himself and looked down to turn on the radio. He had completely taken his eyes off the road, not seeing the 18-wheeler ramming right towards them.
�Dad, look out!� he screamed. His dad turned around, to look at his son, with a horrified look. He looked through the windshield, seeing the front wheels of the 18-wheeler plow right into them. He saw the wheels crush his mother and father, then jerked up. He was still on his porch. He noticed that it had started to rain. |
