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was
hit, hard, by another car that had been driving behind them. The
wreck was awful. The car looked like it had been put through a
giant vice and then ripped through a shredder.
     
    Dave was trying his best to get
out but he was stuck, something was pinning his legs, he shouted
“Phil! Phil I can’t move my legs! They’re pinned by something,
Phil!” but Phil didn’t answer, in fact Phil didn’t even move,
“Phil!” Dave shouted again. Still no response, maybe he was
unconscious, maybe he had banged his head hard and been knocked
out. Dave carried out shouting Phil’s name while trying to free
himself, then just for a second, he stopped. He stopped all the
struggling and wriggling and he looked at Phil. He knew instantly
then by looking at his face. Phil wasn’t knocked out, Phil wasn’t
unconscious. Phil was dead.
     
    He didn’t struggle to free
himself anymore, he lay his head back on the chair and cried.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Dave gave up running after the
crash and the death of Phil. His coach, his friend. Besides which
he had some pretty extensive muscle damage and a few fractures in
his legs from the crash himself. Even when he fully healed he was
never as fast as he had been. His dreams of running in the Olympics
had died with his coach. He didn’t just give up on running that
day, he gave up on life as well. He stopped all his training, with
no running what would he be training for?
     
    He didn’t put in half as much
effort on any of his school work. By the time his exams came round
he could only just give enough effort to actually turn up to them,
let alone study. He ended up getting mostly D’s, a couple of C’s
and an E. Not terrible results some could say, but he had been told
he would easily get B’s and if he pushed himself, could count on
A’s. He used these bad results just as another excuse. “Well
there’s no point in trying for anything now anyway” or “who is
going to give me a job, I’m useless”. He knew that these were just
excuses and there was no reason he couldn’t go to college or get a
job. But he was happy with using these excuses, he had become lazy,
he had become lazy and happy at the fact that he didn’t have to go
to college or work.
     
    A positive thing I guess you
could say is that Dave was spending a lot more time with his
friends now. Since he wasn’t spending every minute training or
racing, he was left with time to do normal stuff, things that
normal kids his age did. He started hanging out with Trevor again,
within no time they were the best of friends again, it was like
they never stopped hanging out at all for the past five years.
     
    They went to bars and clubs
mainly, they were only 17 now but both looked a lot older. Dave had
grown to be quite tall and due to his natural frame and previous
years of training, he appeared quite muscular. Underneath the image
though he wasn’t half as strong as he was when he was 15.
     
    Trevor had quite long hair, down
to his shoulders and a beard that could make Chuck Norris look
twice. They each probably looked about 22 or 23 so getting served
was never a problem. Trevor worked Monday to Friday, he was some
form of apprentice, Dave didn’t really know what Trevor was an
apprentice in or for, he didn’t really care either. He just knew
Trevor worked Mon to Fri. So while Trevor worked Dave would sleep,
or wait at home playing computer games, waiting for Trevor to
finish work. Then they would both meet up and get stoned, they
would usually sit outside somewhere to smoke as neither of their
parents would allow it in their house. Then afterwards they would
go into Trevor’s to play video games or watch some comedies. They
didn’t get stoned on a Friday or Saturday though, Friday night was
pub night, Saturday was club night.
     
    Trevor could never understand
how Dave could afford to keep up with him every week, seeing as
Dave didn’t work, where did he get the money from? Trevor knew Dave
would be