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“OMG,” screamed my mother in the car when my family and I were driving to Las Vegas, on freeway 15. Before my mother screamed, we were singing and talking throughout the two hours in the car. My father turned down the music and said to my mother, “Aneta, let’s switch places so you will drive the rest of the route.” My father was on his way to exit the freeway, as I remember it was exit 169, around three o’clock and this is when and where it all started.
Just as my father was making a right turn on the exit, he felt that something was wrong with the car. He wanted to stop somewhere after exiting but little did we know the car would get ahead of us. Less than five seconds after making the right turn, we heard a cracking sound, it sounded like a person’s fingers cracking very loud, one by one. The car stopped like it stops when it gets into a car accident and this is when my mother screamed. I was looking around and thinking to myself how we got here, what that sound was and why were we still alive. I kept on thinking that we survived something horrible, yet no one was even sure. I could tell from everyone’s faces that they were as shocked and speechless as I was. I was all confused just as the rest of them, my sister Edit, my parents, and my little brother Suren. There were no building around us, no people, no trees, it seemed as if we were in the middle of a desert all confused. I remember that the location we were was in the middle of two cities, Barstow and Helendale.

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