The morning started out just like any other morning. The alarm went off, I jumped in the shower, ate breakfast, and watched a little bit of the news before I got dressed and ran out the door to school. However, now that I think of it, I did have a very uneasy, eerie feeling as I started my truck and heard the crisp, cool engine roar and whine in the early morning light. .
The sun was just starting to dawn on the horizon when I switched on my headlights and started down my long driveway towards the road. I sensed my own truck tires fall effortlessly into the tire tracks left behind from my brother's truck. He had left for school just five minutes ahead of me. He always rushed out the door minutes before me, as if to ensure I would not follow him all the way to Oshkosh where we both attended school that semester. I steered my truck onto the road, pushing the gas pedal down harder, and hearing the painful howl of my Dodge Dakota. It was a cool and breezy late October morning. I had purposely worn a thick, blue sweater and warm leather jacket, but still could not resist reaching down to turn on the heater fully. .
A chill went down my spine causing me to shiver. I turned my attention to the road in front of me and, just then, saw a shadow in the corner of my eye. My heart began to race and I slammed on the brakes. The tires yelled in protest, screaming like an enraged bald eagle. I saw a brown creature pass through the first headlamp. I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel before pushing my right foot down harder on the brake pedal. Boom! I looked up in horror to see the deer in the second headlamp. I heard every bone in his body crunch and twist as my black truck struck him. Blood splattered onto my windshield. I stopped dead in the middle of the road. .
The early morning wrapped itself around me like a thick blanket. I felt sick to my stomach and was shaking uncontrollably. Still, I managed to steer my truck onto the side of the road.