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Someone Tell My Mom, 
Texting While Driving

two girls
Where am I?  Why is it so dark in here?  I thought I left the light on.  Where is my mom?'

Speaking of my mom, sometimes I think the only thing my mom knows how to do is gripe.  I don't seem to be able to do anything right.  If I clean my room, I didn't do it right.  Or I didn't do it soon enough.  If I play with my sister, she doesn't like the way I'm playing.   

The other day my little sister wanted to wear make-up, so I put some powder and eye shadow on her.  She was so happy and couldn't wait to show my mom.  Lilly ran into the kitchen to show her and suddenly I heard, "Who did that to you?" 
"Annie. Annie, get in here young lady."

When I got there she said or rather yelled, "What did you do to my baby?"
 
"She wanted me to put make-up on her and I did.  What's wrong with that?" 

"I am not ready for my baby to grow up. You go wash it off right now and don't you ever do that again."

So I washed my sister's face and then I dried her tears.  Why was it such a big deal?  Someone tell my mom to take a chill pill.

Wherever I am, it's dark.  It's crowded too.  I can feel something hard in front of me and something soft behind me.  I can't see anything. I smell gasoline.  Where am I?

Last week my mom didn't like the shirt I was wearing.  She said it was revealing.  Oh please!  She wants me to dress like she did in high school.  I've seen pictures and I wouldn't be caught dead in those clothes.  Someone tell my mom this is the twenty-first century.

What was I doing?  Oh yes, I was texting Lauren.  Where is my cell phone?


I should probably turn the light on but I can't get up.  Why can't I move?

girl on phone
My phone?  Big problem.  My mom is constantly on my case about the phone.  "Don't you be on that phone when you're driving, young lady."  I get so tired of hearing that.  I am a very good driver and quite capable of driving and using my phone at the same time.  Someone tell my mom I do this all the time.

Why am I so cold?  It's summertime.  I shouldn't be cold.

man with tattoo
What irritates me the most is that my mom judges my boyfriend without getting to know him.  As soon as she saw his tattoos, she wrote him off.  "No daughter of mine is going to date a boy like that."  When I complained that it wasn't fair to judge him too quickly, she said, "You're right.  Invite him to church on Sunday and then we'll go out to lunch and get to know him.."  When I told her he didn't believe in God, she about wet her pants.  Just because he doesn't believe in God, doesn't mean it will influence me.
Someone tell my mom to broaden her view of the world.

I hear people yelling.  Who are

dialing cell phone
they?  Why are they here?  Who is that screaming?

Anyway, my mom really hates it when I text and drive.  "You never know what could happen."  I know what could happen.   I am quite capable of taking care of myself.  Someone tell my mom I can do it.


Where is that light coming from?

ambulance
It's getting brighter.  Why does it keep changing colors?  I can hear a siren.

I don't remember if I finished that text to Lauren.  I was texting that I was going to be a little late.  I remember coming around that curve right before everything suddenly went dark.  I remember a crashing sound.
Those lights are getting brighter, but I can't open my eyes.  Am I dreaming?  Those people are still screaming and now I hear a siren.  What's going on? I think there's been a wreck.  That would explain why we aren't moving anymore. 
Someone tell my mom I'll be home late. 
The siren has stopped.  It must be at the site of the wreck.

 

I can hear my mom

upset woman
crying and my dad telling her it will be alright.  What will be alright?  What is he talking about?  Why are my mom and dad here?  They weren't invited to the party. Where are my friends?  What is that noise?  It doesn't sound like music.  It sounds like metal being cut.

I never finished that text.  Where is my phone?  I can feel it with my hand.  Why can't I close my hand to pick it up?  Something is definitely wrong.  Someone tell my mom to stop crying.

That cutting sound has stopped.  What was it?  I feel someone's arms around me.  I'm being picked up.  But I can't see him.  Why can't I see him?

fireman
Someone smells like smoke.  Why would a guy pick up a girl when he smells like smoke?  He needs to learn about attracting girls. I can't seem to stop him from carrying me.  Someone tell my mom I'm sorry.

Now I'm being laid on a straight board.  I can feel it on my back.  The board is moving.  I think it is rolling.  What kind of board rolls?

I hear a siren again.  I can't see the lights anymore.

hospital emergency
Okay, now we are moving again.  Who's driving? 

We are going really fast.  My mom is not going to like this.  Someone tell my mom I'm not driving.
We've stopped.  I can't hear the siren anymore. 

The board I'm on is rolling again.  There is a lot of shouting.  Someone is shouting a lot of medical terms and giving orders like crazy. 

Why is he yelling?  People seem to be moving quickly.  I wish I could see what 's going on.

Ouch.  It feels like needles going into my arms.  I don't know where I am.  The lights are bright, but they aren't changing colors like the other one.  I liked the other lights better.  They reminded me of my room when my mom and I painted it.  Someone tell my mom I love her.

What is that alarm sounding? Something's pushing on my chest.  It doesn't hurt, but I can feel the pressure.

I can't see the lights anymore.  The alarm has stopped.  I don't feel anything.  Someone tell my mom goodbye. 

Theresa Franklin ~ Christian Author and Teacher