"Hey Phillip, slow down! You're going 15 over!" Kenna yelled as her brother pushed the gas petal down even more. Just then, a blinding light hit the side of their car as the sound of squealing tires and the crunch of metal on metal hit their ears. Air bags went off with a bang as both air bags in front deployed. Both flung forwards, as Kenna's knee slammed into the dash board full force.
Both passengers screaming, the car spun into a nearby ditch, as the offending truck rolled rather forwards.
"Kenna, call 911!" Phillip yelled, holding his head as blood dripped down from his temple. Quickly fumbling for her phone in a mess of tears and panicked breaths, and asking Siri to call 911, she stayed conscious long enough to tell the operator they were hit. Within five minutes, she could hear approaching sirens, and no longer able to keep herself awake, she slipped into unconsciousness.