I told her I had to go today because if I was absent or late
one more day I was risking being expelled. Besides I had stayed up late
finishing the hair on my Raggedy Ann Doll for my Home Economics class that had
to be turned in this morning in order to get credit.
My friend Robin drove up in her Riviera at the usual time.
While my sister kept telling me not to temp fate by going to school, I prayed
over the car asking God for his protection. When I got into the car with my
books and Raggedy Ann doll I noticed a St. Christopher Medal hanging from the
rear view mirror. It hadn’t been there before.
“Who gave you the medal Robin, your mother?”
That’s neat I thought, we can use all the protection
possible, especially today. Everything went well until we entered the Natchez
Highway and Robin speeded up. We hit a patch of black ice and slid off the
highway and smashed onto a cement irrigation box that propelled the car backwards. We flipped completely
over three times before coming to a stop right side up. I passed out. I came
too with Robin yelling my name.
I was crunched up against the mangled door and window that
was shattered and bowed from the impact. Wedged between my head and the window
was the Raggedy Ann Doll. The hair of the doll was caught at the top of the
window and the doll acted as cushion for me preventing serious injury.
Robin and I crawled out of the car and ran off to the first
house we could see to call our parents. When we returned to the car a state
trooper was standing by our wreck. He said when he saw the damage and nobody in
the car he thought our bodies had already been taken to the morgue. He told us
we shouldn’t have left the scene of an accident.
Our parents arrived and later they drove us to school but
nobody ever said anything about being late that day.
Colleen Jorgenson
Veradale, Washington
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