Sitting here in traffic, what a big big mess. Something up the road made a loud crash. now we have to wait siting here in ache. Listening to the radio a girl comes and says " Sorry for the intervenience, But we have a small request, From a young girl who's in a big mess, She says this. I'm sorry i hurt you, i hurt myself too, as i sit here laying in this mess, i want one wish before i pass on, and that is to say my name is Emily and I'm 8 years old today, My mommy was rushing to a party for me, And crashed into a big huge tree, I don't know where my mommy is, but i know where i am, in this up side down car, hoping and praying this isn't the end. I hear my mom crying and scramming saying , get my daughter out of there, I cant see cause theres so much blood on my face, I guess i should of worn my seat bell, instead we were in a race, I'm going to close my eyes now, Cause i feel very tired,"
I sit while listening to this young girl pray, i look in my mirror and say " sweetheart put your seat belt on cause were not going to the party were now going home.
