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Car Crash By Emma My dad is driving down the highway. There is ice on the road. There Is also a big ditch. We are slipping On the ice. We are headed Toward the big ditch. We are falling. My brother asks, “why did you crash the Car?” We are upside down. My mom’s Window is broken. I unbuckled and said It is weird to walk on the ceiling. People are here to clean it up. My grandma is here to pick us up and Bring us home. |