A Stereotypical Life

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I tried to look up, knocking my head on something as I went, it was the seat. I peeped around, the car was upside down. I shuffled the right way up, cradling my achey arm. I crawled to the front of the car and stared at mum and dad, mum's head was bloody and dad's neck was bent too far. I tried to wake them, shaking their shoulders, "Please wake up, please wake up!" I begged, tear running down my face, it was no use, they were both unconscious.
There was nothing I could do, all of our phones were in mum's bag in the boot and I couldn't get there. There was no way out, the doors were jammed and I was by myself. I coiled into a ball in between mum and dad and sobbed and sobbed.
I heard a tap on the door beside me... the upside down door. "Hello?!" I heard a voice shout next to the car, I looked through the shattered window and saw a middle aged woman peering back at me. I looked at mum and dad either side of me, they hadn't stirred. "HELP!" I shrieked at the woman. She sprung into action, pulling her phone out of her pocket. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I knew she was calling an ambulance.