Please God, I’m only 17.
The day I died was an ordinary school day.
How I wish I had taken the bus.
But I was too cool for the bus.
I remember how I wheedled the car out of "MOM."
"Special favor," I pleaded.
"All the kids drive." When the 2:50 bell rang,
I threw all my books in the locker.
I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning!
I ran to the parking lot,
excited at the thought of driving a car
and being my own boss, FREE!
It doesn’t matter how the accident happened.
I was goofing off – going to fast.
Taking crazy chances.
But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun.
The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who
seemed to be going awfully slow.
I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible
jolt.
My who body seemed to be turning inside out.
I heard myself scream.
Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet.
A police officer was standing over me.
Then I saw a doctor.
My body was mangled.
I was saturated with blood.
Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over.
Strange that I couldn’t feel anything.
Hey, don’t pull that sheet over my head!
I can’t be dead.
I’m only 17.
I’ve got a date tonight.
I’m supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life.
I haven’t lived yet. I can’t be dead.
Later I as placed in a drawer.
My folks had to identify me.
Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom’s eyes
when she faced the most terrible
ordeal of her life?
Dad suddenly looked like an old man.
He told the man in charge, "Yes, he is my son."
The funeral was a weird experience.
I saw all my relatives and friends
walk toward the casket.
They passed by, one by one, and looked
at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever
seen.
Some of my buddies were crying.;
A few of the girls touched my hand and
sobbed as they walked away.
Please – somebody – wake me up!
Get me out of here!
I can’t bear to see my mom and day so broken up.
My grand-parents are so racked with grief
they can hardly walk.
My brothers and sisters are like robots.
In a daze, everybody.
No one can believe this.
And I can’t believe it, either.
Please don’t bury me!
I’m not dead!
I have a lot of living to do!
I want to laugh and run again.
I want to sing and dance.
Please don’t put me in the ground.
I promise if you give me one more chance,
God, I’ll be the most careful driver
in the whole world.
All I want is one more chance!
Please God I’m only 17!
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