Karma Notebook

I'm cruising along on the freeway, munching on my Big Mac as I drive with my knees. My cell phone is out and popped open, my right hand swiftly moving across the buttons, texting multiple people at once. My eyes barely ever glance at the road. I'm too busy for that. Some girl at my school named Jenna got drunk on saturday night and killed herself, so everybody is talking about it. She didn't have many friends anyways. I mean, she wasn't a nerd,but she wasn't POPULAR either.1

Trust me. I would know.2

I'm popular, so if she was popular, than I would know her. I honestly don't care that it happened, I just think that it's making good conversation. Some of my 'girl friends' are appaled at it, but most of my 'guy friends' don't even care. I'm with them. Apparently, there's going to be some ceremony for her at school on monday. Whatever. I just hope that it happens during biology, because we have exams.3

There are many rumors about how it happened. Some say that she slit her throat with a knife, while others say that she hung herself. As for me, I started a rumor that she banged her head on her swing set until she went into a coma and eventually died. It makes me laugh when I send it to my friends, and they text back:4

No WAy!!! omg!! ur kidding! she is a dum butt!! 5

Oh, what people will believe anymore. But anyways, I am presently on my way to football practice, after which me and my buds will go get drunk at some bar that we will sneak into. It's probably not so smart for me to eat a big mac before football, but I don't give a crap. If I puke, I puke. That's that. Ho hum.6

Suddenly sirens are roaring into my ear, blasting my frickin head off. Oh, crap. A cop. I wasn't paying attention to the road, and he must of been hovering, watching like a hawk. He slowly gained on me and I was forced to pull over. I'm not about to make him go into a high-speed chase or something. No. I'll take the ticket, thanks. 7

As I'm pulling to a stop, he gets out of the car and walks up to my window. I roll it down, wanting to stay on his good side.8

"Hello, officer," I say "Is there something wrong?"9

"Hmm... let me think," he replied, "You were doing 80 while eating a big mac, texting, and driving with your knees. Son, it looks quite like you deserve a ticket."10

He pulled out a pad and started writing, noting how much I would have to pay. Once finished, he ripped it off and handed it to me, looking satisfied with himself.11

"DON'T do it again," he said, "and don't you let ME catch you either, or you're dead."12

I nodded and smiled, taking the ticket gently from his hand. He walked back to the car, and I stared him down until he was on the road again. I glance down at the pink slip, ready to see my price.13

400 dollars.14

400 dollars15

I'm going to die when my parents find out about this. But for now, all that I can do is text my friends about it and let them spread the word. I pull out into traffic, still driving with my knees as I finish off my big mac. 16

Suddenly I'm flying, flipping and turning through the air. Then I stop abrubtly, slamming into the ground. I get hit again, this time from two cars, sending me spinning as I struggle to hold on to my last breath.
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Here I am, watching that scene from the clouds. I never should have been so heartless to that Jenna girl. I never should have led my life the way that I did: being a jerk to everyone that I meet (or hear about through the grapevine.) Yes, this is what led me to my premature death. Karma is killer.