So I live right near Route Six. About say, a week ago an awful terrible accident happened about an 1/8 of a mile from my house. Four teenagers, luckily none I know, were killed instantly. They were going too fast, and crossed the yellow line. This terrifies me. Not to be a downer, but what if that was one of my friends? I know alot of people (cough, idiots, cough) that drive like 60 mph down suburban roads. It could have very easily been me, my two best friends and a boy that we know that drives like a maniac in that car.
It's at times like these when I realise that although techinically my town is a city, it's really just like a small little town. At work I overheard a party of teens taking about it, the waitresses talked about how they knew one of the kids. While we are right down the road from the accident, but it was so depressing.
But I made a purse!