A story on how i will die in this wicked world we live in

When I die.... <Tab/>The sun was a few hours from setting and the air was cold and crisp. I could feel the nippy January weather biting my ears. My friends and I arrived at Mt. Pilchuck extra early to conquer the treacherous mountain slopes before dark. We each had our 4X4 Toyota trucks that we had been working on the previous summer. I had just turned 18 exactly four months before …

…it to my parents? The cries of terror transformed into cries of sorrow when all three of them dropped to their knees. They called 911 with Joel's cell phone and within 20 minutes, the Harbor View helicopter was lifting off. They drove home in disbelief and agreed to never again go four-bying. It still felt like it wasn't real and that I would wake up any moment in my room, thankful that it was only a dream.