“Death 95.5 FM”“Mom, I'm walking out the door! See you later. Me and the boys will be back on Sunday, I love you..." "Wait my boy, let me give you a big kiss." "But mum, Darren is outside waiting with everyone else. I'm going to be late." "Oh Tucker, go give your mother a kiss, it'll only take a second. Stay safe now, kid, and stay in touch." "See you later, Father." I quickly put on my shoes and grab my varsity jacket with "Class of 1995" written on the back, and run out the front door before that they can say anything else. I turn into the driveway and see the coolest sight I've ever seen, three of my best friends. I climbed into the back of the gorgeous red 1986 Mustang GT convertible that my friend Darren got for the. his 21st birthday. After I got settled in and we decided we would take turns driving because it was a long trip, we set off to start the adventure of our lives. “How do you think you did at the finals?” Jeremey said. Come on man! Its summer vacation. We can't talk about school on the first day of our break. I said. “Yeah, I guess you're right, so what's everyone waiting for?” Jeremy replied and enjoy the breeze right now. We can worry about everything later." Clyde said. "Well, I'm just happy we're all together -" Jeremy is cut off from the group and a calm, peaceful silence rules the air. Hours pass on the road, changing lanes and taking exits, but now it's someone else's turn to get behind the wheel. The convertible comes to a gentle stop in the parking lot of a McDonald's and the change is made between Darren and Clyde. “Let's stop and get something to eat! I'm starving.” he rubbed his belly to show exactly... half of the paper... my friends wake up from their deep sleep. The radio goes static. I break the knob on the radio to try to turn it off and go back to normal music. What are you doing Tucker! Calm down! I just got this car, don't ruin it! Stop destroying the radio! "Give me the steering wheel!" My arms and legs are tied up trying to get this horrible story out of my head. I can't leave the wheel. Darren is taking control and trying to pull us to safety at the side of the road. My legs still don't move. I can't let go of the gas. The convertible's lights go out and suddenly I'm on the cold, hard ground. Blood is everywhere and my friends are scattered around the car. I can't move my neck. The car lights come back on. I notice it's over my body and wrapped around a tree. The radio turns back on. “I died in May 5, 1995”