I am looking for a poem about a teen girl who goes to a party but does not drink but she get hit by a car that was being driven by a drunk driver and she is laying on the pavement telling her mother something...so my question is can someone tell me where to find this poem?
2006-11-30 23:36:46 · 3 answers · asked by Tawny 2 in Family & Relationships ➔ Friends
i think its called "Please God I'm Only 17" it is in a Chicken Soup Book
2006-12-01 00:54:28 · answer #1 · answered by B.B. 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Is this it?
PLEASE GOD I’M ONLY 17
The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. “Special favor”, I pleaded, “All the kids drive.”
When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot excited at the thought of driving the car and being my own boss. Free!
It doesn’t matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off, going too fast, taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.
Suddenly awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood, pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange I couldn’t fee anything.
Hey, don’t pull that sheet over my head! I can’t be dead. I’m only 17. I’ve got a date tonight. I’m supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life. I can’t be dead!
Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom’s eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, “yes, he is my son.”
The funeral was a weird experience, I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.
Please-somebody-wake me up! Get me out of here! I can’t bear to see my mom and dad so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots, in a daze, everybody. No once and believe this. And I can’t believe it either.
Please don’t bury me! I’m not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don’t put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one more change, God, I’ll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!
PLEASE, GOD, I’M ONLY 17!
2006-12-01 07:41:46 · answer #2 · answered by Leeanne 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue You Are So Nice To Me And I Love You
2006-12-01 08:29:34 · answer #3 · answered by SchwaaSports Backup Account 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋