ciii. ice cream and trucks

"You pass," the DMV lady said to me.

I grinned. Finally, I could take Brooklyn out for ice cream. I got out of the car and headed back into the DMV.

"Did you pass?" Dad asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Yay!" Brooklyn screamed. "Can I have ice cream now?"

"Sure," I said. "I have to get my picture taken first though. Then we can get ice cream."

"Can I be in the picture?" Brooklyn asked.

I shook my head. "Sorry Brooklyn." I went over to the photo booth and got my picture taken. It turned out horribly, but it didn't matter that much. I went back over to my family and Dad and Shonali agreed to take the other car so Brooklyn and I could go to get ice cream.

"Come on Brooklyn," I said.

Brooklyn was practically jumping up and down as I headed for the car. "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" she shouted. She climbed into the backseat and I got into the driver's seat and turned on the car. I switched the radio to a station Justin had recommended and backed out of the parking space.

"Which ice cream place do you want to go to?" I asked Brooklyn.

"Red Mango!" she exclaimed.

"That's frozen yogurt, not ice cream," I said, but I realized that probably didn't matter to a seven year old. I told Brooklyn to Google where the nearest Red Mango was, and she did so. I adjusted the radio and continued driving. Brooklyn borrowed my phone and played a few rounds of Fruit Ninja.

I spotted the Red Mango and got into the left turn lane. The light turned green and I started turning into the parking lot.

I looked in my mirror and saw a truck hurtling towards us. I sped up to complete the turn, but the truck kept going. I heard a crash, the crunch of broken bones and broken parts, and Brooklyn's screams before I blacked out.