I sat in the front seat of my mom's beat up car, staring at the ongoing mountains, that transformed into plains, and finally into trees. This was the only thing to do, in the four hour road trip back to the hell-hole of a town we call home.
"At least it's warm," I whispered to myself, adjusting my sunglasses. It was rather warm, even warmer considering it was only March, in Oklahoma.
The sun started glowing through the trees, in a bright red color, as though it was setting, at two in the afternoon.
"Mom! Mommy, look," my little brother, Davis, yelled from the back seat.
"Mommy is busy right now, Sweetheart. We'll play later," she whispered. The years she spent lying awake have started to catch up with her, not only through the lines on her face, but through her voice as well.
"But Mom, it's coming towards us!" Davis whimpered. He was truly scared. I saw it too, the setting sun, wasn't the sun at all, it was a ball of flames, smashing right into our car.

