Last blog of the Semester

The other day I was asked by my English teacher to do a quick write with something that ended with the phrase "she touched the box in her pocket and smiled." I took the challenge to write a short story on what it can be about. I thought about Jewelry and cookies, or a retainer, but then it hit me that you will read what I wrote; no corrections, and no rewording.
"Walking down Santa Clara Avenue she looks left then right and crosses the street. She is nearly halfway there, when all of a sudden she gets hit by a BUS. The BUS driver was horrified when he had to pry her body from the windshield and getting her arm that got stuck in the windshield wipers. Dripping wet with blood and the smell of feces excreted by the passengers on the bus, you can tell that the bus was trashed and totaled. The girl was on her way home from church when this freak accident happened in the afternoon. It was a sad story for the A.C. Transit to tell the mother of the young girl. They expressed their sincere condolence and she placed the phone down on the counter. She was in shock that yesterday she had her daughter and that today and tomorrow she would not see her daughter alive. But she was keeping control of her emotions by remembering the good times they had together and the times she had her husband with her too. Now the small memento that reminded her of her dead husband was greeted by the small memento of her daughter. She touched the box in her pocket and smiled."
I hope that this story is not too depressing for my readers and will show you that you should enjoy life before it is your time or before your life is cut short. I was really aiming for people to understand that a person's life is just as important as your own.