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Driver in the 1st Person
Damn. Late for work again. I glanced at the car's clock. I wasn't going to make it there on time. If anyone ever needs proof that Murphy's Law really does exist, they just have to look at my day today. The water pipes had burst, the smoke alarm had gone off during breakfast, and my high heel had snapped when I was in the driveway. This day could not get any worse. Sighing, I rummaged in my purse for my cell phone to call my boss. I could already imagine what kind of a hissy fit she would throw. I dumped the contents of my purse onto the car seat. There's that cell phone! I reached for it, but it fell onto the floor. Great, Murphy's Law hard at work again. I looked around, but didn't see anyone in front of me, so I reached down and grabbed the phone. Just when I picked it up, I heard a sickening thud and felt my car shake. Slamming on the brakes, I jerked back up, and then I saw it---an overturned bicycle.
Eyewitness in the 2nd Person
You whistle a happy tune as you walk down the block, shuffling your feet. Midterms are finally over, and life is good. You can't help but notice what a beautiful day it is. The sun's out, the birds are chirping, and big puffy clouds are in the sky. You look down the street and see a car racing toward you. Oooh, the driver doesn't look happy at all. Suddenly, you see her disappear as she ducks down. Not safe at all, you think to yourself. But, again, life is good. Nothing could possibly go wrong on a day like today. Suddenly, from around the corner, a biker shoots forward, nearly knocking you over. Fortunately, you had been walking slowly and had paused to admire an especially pretty weed growing from a crack in the sidewalk so he had just missed you. Life is good. Then you remember the car with the occupied driver. Wait! Stop! You want to shout. It's already too late though. You hear the crunch of metal and see the biker flying through the air. Life doesn't seem to be so good anymore.
Biker in the 3rd Person
The biker flashed a cocky grin at his friend as they raced down the street. "There's no way you're gonna beat me," he said.
"Yeah, whatever. Last one there pays for breakfast!"
The biker smirked and sped up. He bent over to keep himself streamlined and flew down the street with his friend right behind him. He could see the restaurant up ahead. He pedaled faster and launched off the curb. He turned and looked over his shoulder to smirk at his friend, sure of his victory. Suddenly, he felt something crash into him. The sound of his leg breaking reached him before he felt the pain.