Camelots Florist
She heard the sound of tires slipping. Everything went by slowly, right before her eyes two cars collided. One car tumbled further while the other was busted. She had been waiting for 30 minutes for her parents to pick her up and she guessed they were in a hurry. There in the car that tumbled across the street was the blue car she knew all too well. The man from the other car hurried out of his busted one, right to the blue car.
He was cursing a lot. The girl stepped closer and closer, her heart pounding in her chest, tears starting to well up. Glass and blood splattered across the floor. The man had stopped cursing and tried to the people out of the vehicle .
"Somebody, call help!" he cried to the people standing by. The identities were no longer a mystery for the girl, now she knew. She would never have to wait again.
Regulation is a word unfamiliar to me, as a non-English-person, it's hard for me to translate. Although searhing it's translation to Dutch I got 'Regulatie'. It doesn't differ much from it's English translation, still I don't know how to write about it.