When I Saw the Fog Dance: Part 2

I don't really mind getting up at five a.m every morning. If it's for soccer I'll do really anything. It's this thick fog that bothers me. It rests on the road before me, not allowing me to see anything far ahead. All I see is it swirling around in my headlights, making shapes in the air and the slight outline of the back road I'm driving on. 

It's still dark outside. The sun doesn't rise for a couple more hours. Still, if i get a good practice in before school I'll be ready for tryouts. Even though I'm sure to get a spot on the team. I am the best soccer play in the whole school after all. 

A yawn escapes my lips making my eyes water a bit. I take a swig of my protein shake when a flash of an incoming message makes  me glance down. I pick up my phone and see it's Samantha, the hottest girl of the class of 2014. We started dating a couple months ago after she broke up with the star football player for me. Soccer is defiantly better than football any day.

Everyone always tells you not to take your eyes off the road, but everyone still does it. I didn't really think about the consequences before i picked up that darned phone.

The fog is disrupted form its sleeping state as two cars spin and crash together in the darkness of the morning hours. I can't see anything except the thick ghostly fog illuminated by the headlights of the other person's car and my own as our cars spin in what seems like a never ending spiral of pure terror. My not so manly scream plays in the air along with the screeching of tired and the earsplitting crashing of metal with metal. 

Our cars come to a jerky stop facing one another, taking up the whole road. Our headlights beam into each others windshields. It's a girl, a young looking girl. She squints her eyes and covers them with her shaking hand. Her gaping mouth gasps for air as if she is trying to calm herself down. Her other hand pats herself down looking for any injury. 

I do a little laugh as i reach up and turn my brights off. When i do so, i notice my own hand shaking uncontrolablly. I look down at myself. I'm unharmed. I'm fine. My car isn't though. My whole front left is crushed. I can't believe I'm okay after that. Maybe it's because i was going so slow because of the fog. 

I look back at the girl and mouth, "You okay?"

Her wide, shocked eyes stare at me as she nods. I pull out my phone and dial 911. 

"911 what's your emergency?"

"HI, uh, I've been in a-"

That's when i see a third pair of headlights come into play.