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A Message to the World

By: Kylie C.
Hawaii, Age 13

When I woke up one morning in late September I knew something was going to happen. It wasn't a good feeling nor bad, but something still lingered. I would have to go to work that day, so I got out of bed. I did my morning routine; brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and threw on marron long-sleeved turtle neck and a pair of washed out jeans. I skipped breakfast as I usually would, then set out to do my ''work''. I considered my job as a hobby, one where I could be incognito to the rest of the world. As I stepped onto the street of New York City, I slid on one of the steps. I was a bit scratched up, but no harm was done. I came across the crosswalk, and gingerly made my way to the other side. I heard a loud crash similar to a gun fire. I swereved around, facing where I heard the piercing sound. I had just witnessed a white car being maimed by a black truck. I could tell the black truck had caused the driver to to loose control. The driver of the white car was a tall elaborate woman who wore a dazzling fur coat. She was unscathed as she stepped out of her car. She flipped her hair over her right houlder, and took her cell phone out of her purse; not caring if the the driver of the black car was fine. How could someone be so wanton? I called 911, and left the scene. I was quite dazed at what I had just witnessed, so I started off in an oblique fashion across the pavement. ''Are we all heartless in a way?'' I reflected silently to myself.