Here ya go:
"The drag racers hit the intersection and twin sets of headlights flickered on. The hot rods slammed into the passenger side of my Camaro. Barreled through my twin sister. Steel scraped steel, screeched, tangled. The car flipped on its side, bounced and rolled. A strong odor of gas filled the air. Metal burned through my side as if a butcher had taken a cleaver to my gut. Something crushed my left leg and I gasped out a mangled sound. My last conscious awareness was Silver crying through the telepathic static shutting down my brain, It hurts, Lucas, oh God. Are we dead?"
Welcome to the world of seventeen-year-old telepathic twins, Lucas and Silver Alexander.
This is a "first draft" and things always change in revisions. So I don't know if I'll stick with this paragraph or if it'll change. I'm working up a prelude to this event and it might end up the last paragraph of chapter 1. Who knows? My brain works in mysterious ways.