The story I am going to tell you about takes place about 13 years ago back in 2001 in a town called Cowiche Wa. Cowiche is a small farm town dominated by the apple industry. It's about a group of high school kids who thought they were just going out like any other Friday night and of course didn't think that anything bad could happen to them. Little did they know they were about to experience something that would change the way they think and drive for the rest of their lives. It's just too bad it took a car crash to do it. This started earlier that day at Natchez High School. It was my senior year. One of our friends was having a party at his house in Gleed. His name was Rob. Rob was older than we were. He had graduated about ten years ago and was thirty years old. He threw a party almost every weekend because his parents were always gone. Yes he still lived with his parents. We never knew why they were gone so much. I was excited all day for school to get out. I told my friend Ricky about it and we decided I would pick him up and we would go together. Ricky was a small good looking guy. He was pretty good with the girls. He had blond hair and blue eyes and was definitely a lover not a fighter. When I got home my cousin Ty called me to see what was going on that night. I told him about the party at Rob's house and he wanted to go. Ty was one of those guys who thought he was a ladies man and would have been if he wasn't such a dick because he did have the looks but not the right words. When Ty showed up to my house he already had a bunch of beer with him. Busch beer is what we always drank back then. Nice and cheap. Ty was 21 so we didn't have to worry about getting alcohol. We headed towards Ricky's house which was about a 5 mile drive. When we got their there were two more people with him that wanted to go as well. It was Ricky's sister Kristen and her Friend Michelle. They were both freshmen and both pretty hot. I made out with both