That one morning

I was on my way to school. The morning was crisp and clear, the sun barely rising from the horizon. On the drive to school, when I was close to arriving, I heard a loud snap. I got cold sweat thinking that it was my car, but then I realized my car was still intact. I parked in the parking lot at the side of the school near the road where I always do, but then something caught my attention. When I looked out to the road, there was a single rolling tire making it’s way down the middle of South 1^st street. Then when I opened the door to get a better look, I immediately got hit with the smell of burning rubber. A smell that made my eyes water, and a smell that I could actually taste. It was strong sensation that reminded me of licking ashes. Then, something else occurred that I found rather peculiar. A student that was on the sidewalk rushed out into the middle of the street in order to move the burning tire off to the side, while his friend signaled to a nearby police officer. The student rushed out in the middle of growing traffic, just to remove the obstacle. I overheard the conversation that that student had with the officer, and he said, “Well the rubber was hot, but I wouldn’t want anyone else to have a problem.”