It was a bright, sunny day.

It didn't seem like anything could possibly go wrong,

and the day was shattered.

I heard just the sound of an engine speeding up, just roo-w-whed.

I heard a thud.

There was a teenage girl, and she was face down in the dirt.

Her shoes had been knocked off.

And then I saw his car zoom by, and he just pulled out of that parking lot.

I'm standing at 89.90, West Pioria Avenue in the parking lot.

My heart was beating a million miles a minute.

I just, I remember lots of yelling and screaming.

Somebody got rang over here?

I hit the ground on my hands and knees.

She was completely unresponsive.

Brushed her hair behind her ear and held her hands.

She was just a normal teenage girl, just beautiful.

So I'm trying to talk to her, like,

you're going to be okay, honey.

It's going to be okay.

And I was so afraid that it wasn't going to be.

Is the vehicle still there that hit her?

No, it took off.

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