• I was an ordinary teenager. I got good grades, mostly As. I listen to music. I watch TV. I do what normal teens do. Like most girls, I fantasize about a celebrity. His name is Michael Mitchel. In my opion, he is the best singer in the world. Well I shouldn't call myself, ordinary, I actually did stuff thats EXT-ordinary. This story is why.
    I was listening to "the god" while flipping through a magazine that I have read a gazillion times. That's when I heard a crash. I ran downstairs and out the front door. I didn't put on shoes. Outside was a crashed limo! It was gorgeous even though it was totaled. I ran to the seat closets to me. I flung open the door and inside was, him. I was shoked with horror. I rolled him out and on to the grass. He wasn't breathing! I gave him CPR and (On the lips of course!) he awoke, sorta. He was unconsious. I ran back for the driver. He was unconsious too......