The one thing I know for sure is that the fox was red. I drove in the woods, on the way to my mom’s house. She called me for a meal out on the deck of her log house. I was scared at first when she moved out, but she seemed glad to have her own time for once. My dad was sad that she left him but he got back to work and on his feet in no time.
The drive was dark and the trees were too thick to see my way home. I flipped the switch on my head lights and went down the rest of the road. I could see the house lights from where I was so I sped up to get out of the place. As soon as I turned on her dirt path, a strange fast thing ran in front of my car and the last thing I knew, was that I had crashed in the dark green mess of trees.
My whole world burred by time I was out of my car. My head spun and my knees felt weak. No way was I able to stand long. I sat down on the ground and put one hand on my head. A loud screech came from the house. My mom ran toward me with a phone in her hand. A nurse later had come and put me in the back of the white and red suv, after, which seemed like a long talk with my mom. All I could think was that this was the worst day I’ve had in awhile, all from a fox.
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