I was watching TV as usual.
Being lazy was something I am very good at.
I'm not always lazy.
My best friends, Ethan and Grayson Dolan hang out a lot.
There was an advertisement playing when suddenly a news Flash came on the TV.
"This just in, there has been a car crash on the Hollywood Boulevard Police and Ambulance services are at the scene. Two teenage males and one adult female are involved,".
I look at the car and study the license plate carefully.
No, it can't be.
I look again.
I get my skateboard and helmet and ride down to the scene of the crash.
* 5 minutes later*
I arrived at the scene of the crash.
There it was.
Ethan's car.
On fire.
Two ambulance crews pull out two bodies onto stretchers and rush them into separate ambulances.
I looked in one.
I see Ethan.
I look in the other.
I see Grayson.
I watch as they begin to resuscitate.
Two crew members updating each other.
The fire was put out and the fire department managed to salvage everything inside.
Soon an intense ringing took over my ears. It wasn't just any ringing it was a heart rate monitor... flatlining.
One of the medical team talks to the other.
"Time of death 8:47 AM," screams down my ears.
I woke up crying and sweating.
The events played out in my head again.
It's been two weeks since the accident.
