By HB (15 years old)
Jason could only watch in wide-eyed horror as his legs turned into stones. Like a movie in slow motion, the scene unfolded before his horror-stricken eyes. Within a stone’s throw away, an oncoming pick up truck was moving towards a small boy with a lollipop in his mouth. He was in blissful ignorance of what was about to happen to him. The tyres screeched loudly as the driver braked. However, it was futile. The pick up truck hit the poor child. Jason shook himself out of his dazed stance and rushed over to help.
The harried driver got down from his vehicle and ran to help the motionless child. The child lay dead still on the ground, his T-shirt wet with blood. Jason whisked out his mobile phone and dialled for the ambulance. “Sir, a serious accident has just happened. A truck has knocked down a young boy!” he spoke hurriedly.
Soon the ambulance arrived at the scene. After the paramedics rendered medical aid, the child was carried on a stretcher into the ambulance. The sirens blared as the ambulance sped towards the nearest hospital.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Jason continued his way home, his heart was still pounding rapidly. He felt immensely guilty as he knew he could have acted before the accident took place.
A week later, Jason was informed that the child did not sustain any severe injuries and he would be right as rain within the month. He rejoiced at the good news but he would never forget the horrible accident.