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The Maladroit Boys.

No matter how bad things get, in the end things usually go back to normal but things that aren’t gone from our hearts will live on forever. Really I suppose that I’m lucky because I have a future……

Broken nose, broken leg - in three places, fractured ribs, broken arm, fractured neck, were just some of my injuries from that fun filled night that turned into a horror story that I will remember for the rest of my life.

It all started on the 10th of March, 3 days before ‘that night’, the Tuesday. We had planned for a fun filled night on the town, The reason for us to get blind drunk and party was that it was Anna’s 18th birthday (or so we told our parents though the fact was that her birthday wasn’t until June). Ben, Matt, Adam, Ricky, Mark and me, Justin, made up the guys of our group. We were so sick of staying home on a Friday and playing boring video games that we had clocked so many times that it wasn’t funny, that we decided that we needed a night on the town; in some cool pub in the middle of the city.

That night, Friday the 13th, me and the guys rocked up at Tori’s place (where it was agreed that we would group up and get ready) in my dad’s bran spanking new one of a kind Holden 72RX – the fastest and coolest car in town. It was dark blue and had a leather interior, 72 horse power motor and all these other gadgets like GPS and cruise control. (It WAS so cool, but it didn’t last past my maiden voyage)
I was about to honk the horn, when out came the most beautiful sight of our 18 years of life…The girls, Kate, Louise, Tammy, Belle and Anna in their tank tops, mini skirts and makeup. I swear just about every piece of jewellery they owned. GOD! They were so hot.

First of all we hit the pubs. Our designated driver, me, drank probably more than everyone else. Finally at about 4:00 in the morning, we were blind drunk and showing it, we were supposed to catch a cab but Ricky being the drinker that he is spent the last of our cash on alcohol. So against our better judgement, we drove. Most of us had drunk too much to even walk in a straight-line let alone drive, so we let Matt – who had drunk the least, go behind the wheel.
Being the late hour that it was, Matt soon fell asleep at the wheel. Unfortunately for us we were to drunk to realise until the eight-foot northeastern oak was looming up before us. By that time it was too late. The impact was the most horrible experience I have ever had. Bones snapping like tooth picks, like an unwatchful mother stepping on a children’s creation left unguarded on the lounge room floor. Then the horrible reality that we might not make it to our winter formal or even to our next hour of life. In those moments before my world went black, I tried to remember the last time I said, ‘I love you’ to my parents, but alas it was so long ago that I could no longer remember.

The last words I exchanged with my mother were arguments, demanding why I couldn’t go out with my mates but even though I was forbidden, I went anyway. At that moment I promised myself that I would survive this particular journey in order to patch things up with my parents, especially, my mum. All of these thoughts happened in a matter of seconds, before the overwhelming pain in my back and lower legs caused me to black out.
I don’t remember much after that. Of the rescue attempt, the screaming, the tears and the panic.

“Justin…Justin…Wake up honey.”
“Wha...” I said tired and painfully. I felt as if I just woke up from a really late night’s sleep.
“O… Honey, we were so worried about you.” My mum said.
“Ma I’m fine,” I tried to reassure her even though I felt like I’d been trampled.
“Doctor, he’s awake,” She said to any one of the doctors passing by in the corridor.
The doctor came in. Once again mum started to babble about worrying whether I was ok, and what was wrong.
Suddenly my memory surged.
“Where’s Anna? What happened to us? Where are the others?” I said frantically sitting bolt upright in my hospital bed.
“You were in a car crash, you and Anna were the only ones to survive,” the doctor tried to reassure me but did the exact opposite, and now questions were running through my head, Had I been that drunk to have let someone else drive? Was it my fault that most of my friends were now in their graves? Had I caused this?
I lay back down when the doctor’s firm hand pressed on my shoulder.
“Now just lay back and let me finish my examination,” the doctor said, and they were the last words I remembered before blacking out again.

Later on, when I finally woke up again there was an angel next to my bed. When my eyes focused I realized that it wasn’t, it was Anna. Just sitting and watching, next to my bed.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I whispered, half fearing that she was a ghost and that if I touched her she would disappear. Anna, sensing my fear, came and sat at the end of my bed. Once I’d gotten over the fear she would vanish, she lay down beside me and we just lay in silence. Anna next to me, with my arm around her, when she was about to leave she bent over and whispered into my ear.
“Don’t worry, I hurt too much to be dead.”

Bree brooks

Description
The Maladroit Boys.

No matter how bad things get, in the end things usually go back to normal but things that aren’t gone from our hearts will live on forever. Really I suppose that I’m lucky because I have a future……

Broken nose, broken leg - in three places, fractured ribs, broken arm, fractured neck, were just some of my injuries from that fun filled night that turned into a horror story that I will remember for the rest of my life.

It all started on the 10th of March, 3 days before ‘that night’, the Tuesday. We had planned for a fun filled night on the town, The reason for us to get blind drunk and party was that it was Anna’s 18th birthday (or so we told our parents though the fact was that her birthday wasn’t until June). Ben, Matt, Adam, Ricky, Mark and me, Justin, made up the guys of our group. We were so sick of staying home on a Friday and playing boring video games that we had clocked so many times that it wasn’t funny, that we decided that we needed a night on the town; in some cool pub in the middle of the city.

That night, Friday the 13th, me and the guys rocked up at Tori’s place (where it was agreed that we would group up and get ready) in my dad’s bran spanking new one of a kind Holden 72RX – the fastest and coolest car in town. It was dark blue and had a leather interior, 72 horse power motor and all these other gadgets like GPS and cruise control. (It WAS so cool, but it didn’t last past my maiden voyage)
I was about to honk the horn, when out came the most beautiful sight of our 18 years of life…The girls, Kate, Louise, Tammy, Belle and Anna in their tank tops, mini skirts and makeup. I swear just about every piece of jewellery they owned. GOD! They were so hot.

First of all we hit the pubs. Our designated driver, me, drank probably more than everyone else. Finally at about 4:00 in the morning, we were blind drunk and showing it, we were supposed to catch a cab but Ricky being the drinker that he is spent the last of our cash on alcohol. So against our better judgement, we drove. Most of us had drunk too much to even walk in a straight-line let alone drive, so we let Matt – who had drunk the least, go behind the wheel.
Being the late hour that it was, Matt soon fell asleep at the wheel. Unfortunately for us we were to drunk to realise until the eight-foot northeastern oak was looming up before us. By that time it was too late. The impact was the most horrible experience I have ever had. Bones snapping like tooth picks, like an unwatchful mother stepping on a children’s creation left unguarded on the lounge room floor. Then the horrible reality that we might not make it to our winter formal or even to our next hour of life. In those moments before my world went black, I tried to remember the last time I said, ‘I love you’ to my parents, but alas it was so long ago that I could no longer remember.

The last words I exchanged with my mother were arguments, demanding why I couldn’t go out with my mates but even though I was forbidden, I went anyway. At that moment I promised myself that I would survive this particular journey in order to patch things up with my parents, especially, my mum. All of these thoughts happened in a matter of seconds, before the overwhelming pain in my back and lower legs caused me to black out.
I don’t remember much after that. Of the rescue attempt, the screaming, the tears and the panic.

“Justin…Justin…Wake up honey.”
“Wha...” I said tired and painfully. I felt as if I just woke up from a really late night’s sleep.
“O… Honey, we were so worried about you.” My mum said.
“Ma I’m fine,” I tried to reassure her even though I felt like I’d been trampled.
“Doctor, he’s awake,” She said to any one of the doctors passing by in the corridor.
The doctor came in. Once again mum started to babble about worrying whether I was ok, and what was wrong.
Suddenly my memory surged.
“Where’s Anna? What happened to us? Where are the others?” I said frantically sitting bolt upright in my hospital bed.
“You were in a car crash, you and Anna were the only ones to survive,” the doctor tried to reassure me but did the exact opposite, and now questions were running through my head, Had I been that drunk to have let someone else drive? Was it my fault that most of my friends were now in their graves? Had I caused this?
I lay back down when the doctor’s firm hand pressed on my shoulder.
“Now just lay back and let me finish my examination,” the doctor said, and they were the last words I remembered before blacking out again.

Later on, when I finally woke up again there was an angel next to my bed. When my eyes focused I realized that it wasn’t, it was Anna. Just sitting and watching, next to my bed.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I whispered, half fearing that she was a ghost and that if I touched her she would disappear. Anna, sensing my fear, came and sat at the end of my bed. Once I’d gotten over the fear she would vanish, she lay down beside me and we just lay in silence. Anna next to me, with my arm around her, when she was about to leave she bent over and whispered into my ear.
“Don’t worry, I hurt too much to be dead.”

Bree brooks