Another Day Goes By By: Enja Part: 8 Ages: Ash: 13, Misty: 14, Tracey: 16, TR: 20 Misty’s P.O.V. I was just walking down the street a few blocks from the hospital when this speeding truck zoomed past me with about three people inside. I had seen in the window. I only saw one persons face and recognized it as Tracey and he was unconscious. “OH MY GOD, TRACEY!” I yelled and started running after the truck. I was so much slower than the truck with it going the fast. It must have been going at least 75 M.P.H. on a downtown street. I ran as fast as I could. I soon lost the truck after a block or so. I kept walking in the way I thought it would go. Apparently I went the wrong way because it was now an hour later. I turned back and looked everywhere for that one truck. Something told me that this would take awhile. I ignored it and continued looking for that one truck. A/n- sorry so short! Please R/R!