Crash! The eighteen wheeler smashed into the new truck Bob had received a few minutes ago. It started out like any normal day. Bob got out of his bed and was getting ready when his phone rang. Bob answered it and said, “Hello?” His best friend, Tom, said, “Meet me after school.” “Okay, where?” “Highway 97.”

It was Bob’s sixteenth birthday, and after school his parents threw him a party. “Come here to the garage!” Bob’s mom yelled up to him. Bob went to the garage and there was a new truck. “Thank you!” Bob screamed excitedly. Bob didn’t waste any time. He jumped into his truck for a test spin. While he was driving, Tom called and asked where he was. “I’m driving my new truck,” Bob said. “Well hurry up, I’m waiting,” Tom said. Bob didn’t even tell his parents where he was going. He just drove off.

Bob was almost at Highway 97 when Tom drove a stolen eighteen wheeler into his truck. After Tom killed Bob, he called Bob’s parents. He told them he was waiting for him, and he saw the eighteen wheeler drive right into his truck. Bob’s parents never figured out who it was that killed Bob. They also never saw him again.

The end.