Cooper Road Accident

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

We have determined that your clients were traveling on Hallandale Beach approaching Bryant Rd. when Alfonso Reinier attempted to pass the Coca-Cola vehicle before the lane merged. Your clients improper passing is the proximate cause of the accident. According to the police report he was cited for the accident. There is insufficient evidence to prove our driver was legally responsible for injuries sustained as a result of the collision; therefore, we must respectfully deny your claim.

On August the 21th, 2015, 3 teenagers got caught in a car crash in Emu Plains just outside Penrith. It happened at 9pm that night, when the three teenagers were just coming back from a birthday party. It was believed that the 14 years old Curtis Pallet was driving his older brother’s Ute. He and 17 years old Joshua Cross died while 18 year old Daniel Moss survived with major injuries. He was taken to hospital.

After two long hours of traveling with nothing to look at but the passing trees, we finally arrived at the farm. As we piled out of the car, I looked at the dirt road we came in on and turned to the house. It was one story and had a red tin roof, surrounded by a large grassy field and then woods beyond that. Twirling around, I walked into the house and plopped onto the closes bed. As everyone else unpacked, I locked myself in the room like a petulant child.

I have spent much of my childhood growing up in a small town in the Lowcountry region of South Carolina. This town, Garnett, is the physical embodiment of the phrase “the country.” Winding, unpaved dirt roads carved deep into the earth as if they were forged at the beginning of Earth’s creation. There are lush forests with towering pine trees and spruce trees, riddling the ground beneath them with pinecones and pine needles. The only buildings there is a post office, a mini mart, and an AME church. Every fall crisped evening, towards Thanksgiving, ended with wild turkeys weaving through traffic in the hopes of reaching the safety of the forests before the hunters’ dogs catch wind of their scent.

On 04-28-2017, at approximately 1215 hours, I was notified of a traffic fatality which occurred on Ehrlich Road at the intersection of Gunn Highway. I responded to the crash scene and upon arrival at approximately 1254 hours, I was assigned to forensically map the scene.

The kids always played near the local woods, filled with abandon little homes and shacks and long pine trees that reached to the sky. As the children shrieked, a flock of crows answered back with a loud “crow.” The children also felt a sense of freedom as flew around the air as the kids began running until their feet ached. The game that they always played was hide-and-seek which only George and the kids only knew.

Two cars were involved in a car accident on the corner of Loop Road and Jackson Drive Wednesday night.

On 05-26-2016 at approximately 2157 hours, Vehicle 1 was northbound on Hulsey Road approaching the intersection of Heatherfield Drive at a speed witnesses estimated to be approximately 50 mph. Witness statements also said Vehicle 1 had been performing a wheelie prior to the crash, but was down on both wheels about 4 seconds prior to the crash. Bicyclist 1 was riding from Heatherfield Drive and crossing Hulsey Road from east to west, violating the right of way of Vehicle 1. Bicyclist 1 was crossing the roadway in an area where there were no streetlights, traffic signals or crosswalks.

‘Call the ambulance’ I said to myself. The red car disappeared from the view as I looked for help. As I tried unlocking the seat belt, I realized I was bleeding and my head was hurting really badly. Helplessly, I bent forward and checked Trevor’s pulse. My immobile left hand lay dead on the side as I reached for my phone, Speed dialling the number as I called the ambulance to the location.

The Tri-State tornado has many common details that I have collected from many websites, www.tornadofacts.net, discoverhistorictravel.com, and lastly www.britannica.com. The number of deaths was 695 and injuries was 2,027. The tornado ran across many states which included Illinois, Indiana, and Missouri and in these state’s 13 counties were affected.

After a supper of fried fish, grits, and biscuits, the children’s bellies were full and their imaginations were running wild- they hadn’t completely forgotten living on the trail- The same as when they were younger, they wanted Charity to tell them a story before they went to sleep. She smiled at their eagerness, remembering all the stories she had told them at night while they were on the trail from Sandersville to Canton. It seemed that once they were settled in a house and not camping under the stars, the need for her bedtime stories were no longer necessary. Living on the trail seemed to bring her children much closer to her; she missed living that way…

On 04-01-2017 at 1252 hours, Det. Carter # 181968, notified me of a traffic crash fatality that occurred on County Road 39, approximately two-tenths of a mile south of Thompson Road. The crash occurred at approximately 1200 hours. I responded to the crash scene and upon my arrival at approximately 1408 hours, took digital photographs of the scene and also forensically mapped the scene.

The morning air seeped through the open window as the newly rising sun glowed on the barren rock landscape dome. It wasn’t so barren though, there was small house that laid nestled in the rocks. The house was more like a small shackled shed than an actually house. The house was small and simple, made out of wood equipped with a chicken coop and garden. The house was had one room. In the room was a fireplace, coal burning stove, table for two, and a twin sized bed shoved in the corner. The bed was unmade and a man stood at the stove making his morning breakfast of eggs.

A man answers the door “WHAT DO YOU WANT IS 3:00 IN THE MORNING.” The man yells “What is your name” Scorpio says quietly “It's Cooper why” Scorpio pulls the pistol out and put two shots into his lower chest. Cooper fell lifeless to the ground. As Scorpio walked away as = a young kid turned the corner, Scorpio ran to the closest car shot the window and got in and went off. He Went to the nearest car garage using a cracked GPS. He parked the car and just sat there wondering how to contact Doctor Roseburg. He could not stop think about the kid that watched his dad die all because of him… A phone rings he is startled he digs thru the passenger compartment he finds the