It was windy; the kind of windy that forces the leaves to scatter and fall through the grey sky until they reach the thirsty ground. It feels like rain, though the weatherman had insisted it would stay dry. Uneasiness circles her like the strong winds as she walked to the car where he dad was paitently waiting. Throwing her bags in the backseat, she sits down and puts her seatbelt on as her dad pulls out of the parking lot. She glances out, up at the threatening grey sky that expands forever. Her dad opens his mouth, most likely to ask about her day, but as she looks back at him she catches sight of a SUV barrelling towards them with no apparent intention of stopping. It starts to rain, the sound mixing with the squeak of brakes; the SUV slams into her little car and, a second later, the grey sky is replaced with complete blackness.
[10.09.09][pathetic fallacy. ap lit.]
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