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"Mummy! Mummy! Look at me! You're not looking, Mummy!" The 3 year old boy ran down the path and through the orange pool of light emitted by the streetlamp overhead. The usually very quiet streets were filled with noise as the annual fair was close by. The thunderous sounds of bass beats pounding through every pedestrian's bodies as they walked closer, and the screams, shouts and laughter of people on fast and scary rides echoed off the terraced buildings and down nearly empty streets. The fair was in town, literally in the middle of the town center. Shops, closed for the night, seemed eerily quiet in comparison to the bustling lives they had during the day. Aside from the woman and her son, there were two teenagers, a 16 year old boy, and a 15 year old girl. The stereotypical teenage lovebirds that had gone to the seclusion of the night time streets, away from the crowded areas, to be alone. They were sat on a bench, smiling and talking to one another, until their attention was caught by the energetic child. "Mummy, look! I'm an aeroplane!" The toddler spread his arms wide, simulating in his mind the wings of an aircraft. "Yeoowwwnngg! Bang bang! I shot you, Mummy!" He yelled to his mother, who was walking a few steps behind him. As a special treat, she was taking him to the fair, where he would tire himself out climbing the helter skelter and then they would get a McDonalds and go home. Her husband would be back from work by the time they'd get home and they could all play some nice games for a few hours before going to -

She screamed.

On the other side of town, the burning of compressed air and petrol caused a small explosion in order to drive a piston downwards and create a rotatory motion. This happened extremely quickly, and many times. The power generated by the rotation was used to move the wheels of a silver vauxhall. The energy from the micro-explosions in the engine moving the car slowly. The driver of the car was a young man, who had only just gotten rid of his learner plate. He vigilantly looked for a place to park his car so he could meet some friends at the fair. However, due to the popularity of the annual event he could not find a space. He continued driving through the dark streets, desperately hoping to see a spot before the rides were closed for the night. On either side of the road, even on double yellow lines, cars were parked up. So much so that ordinarily wide road was forced to be used as a single-lane. This was not a problem, as there were no other moving cars. However it did make crossing the road particularly dangerous, as a pedestrian would have to look around the parked vehicles before crossing. The beat of the load music also drowned out the sound of any engines. As he drove past a club, he saw several drunkards stumbling around outside. He made sure he drove slowly, as a safety precaution for those who were unsteady on their feet, or too intoxicated to look before crossing a road. Police officers in high-visibility jackets patrolled the area to break up fights or other situations involving the ruffians that had been kicked out of the place. The Vauxhall drove past without any worries, and the young man continued his search for a parking space. The car prowled through the streets at a very slow speed, and the driver grew impatient. After ten minutes of frustration he came across a space, and he began to speed up to reach just under the speed limit. However, before he could reach his destination, he yelled, and his foot rushed to find the brake

“It's nice being away from the crowd” The teenage girl fluttered her eyelashes at her boyfriend, to which he smiled back at her, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before looking up at the starless sky.
“You're right, I just wish we weren't in such a well-lit area, we'd be able to see the stars much better”. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend of 13 months, and lowered his gaze down to look into her eyes. They had escaped the friends that they had gone to the fair with, to get a bit of privacy. This place was chosen deliberately, as it had been the first place that they had met, it seemed romantic. Neither the boy nor the girl wanted to ruin such a perfect moment. They both felt that nothing could anyway, and they kissed again.
“Mummy! Mummy! Look at me! You're not looking, Mummy!” Echoed down the street. The couple, in unison, turned to look in the direction of the noise. The overwhelming amount of parked cars made it difficult for one to look for something on the pavement when one was on the other side. However they both saw a woman's head above the vehicles and assumed that she was the mother of the bouncing boy that they saw through the small gaps between each car. The boy frowned, obviously peeved that the moment between his girlfriend and himself was ruined, but the girl's eyes softened at the sight of the cute little boy. His brown curly hair sticking out from under his woolly hat. He began being an aeroplane, and decided to shoot his mother down. The girl giggled at the sight, and the young boy noticed the two teens sat on the bench. He looked very pleased that he had the attention of a small audience now, and decided to shoot down the two lovebirds on the bench, too. The boy began running, and ran through a gap between two parked cars, with his arms still stretched wide, like an aeroplane, he ran into the road. The boy and girl were still watching the boy. They gasped.


She screamed, and ran a couple of steps, before halting suddenly and watching in anguish and helplessness. His foot reached to find the break, but in his haste, he missed the pedal. They gasped as the happy, bouncing young boy with arms stretched out like a plane fell under the wheels of the Vauxhall. For everyone, time stopped. This single moment was burnt into their memories forever. For a great proportion of their lives the teenagers would suffer survivor's guilt. The young man behind the wheel would never be able to drive again for fear of this. The mother would be grief-stricken for a very, very long time. Even over the thumping of the music, each person could hear the breaking of bones in their mind. They could see the blood, feel the pain. There was nothing they could do to stop the event unfold before them, and before they knew it, they could hear sirens. Horror-stricken faces couldn't help but look away at the small, crumpled body as the paramedics attempted, and finally gave up.