This morning, after my mom and I dropped my brother off at his school, we were on the way to my school, when a kid on a bike came out from the other lane and hit the car in front of us. I was in the front seat and I was looking out front, so I saw it all. Once the kids bike hit the car, the kid went flying into a car in the other lane, and his bike went flying and landed in front of my moms car- well, half of it did. The other half was scattered in a million pieces across the road. The car that hit him- or rather the kid hit the car- pulled over and my mom pulled over too. By now a ton of people have gotten out of their car and people are screaming and asking if he’s alive. I unbuckle and before I jump out, I think if that’s really the best idea. I stay in long enough for my mom to register that I’m about to jump out and she told me to stay in the car. She gets out and she asks if anyone’s called 911. Someone has, so she goes and talk to the car behind us, which just so happens to be a teacher at my school who we are close friends with. My mom asks me if I want to go with her to my school, so I automatically say yes.