Narrative Essay On Speeding

I pressed harder on the gas pedal. The dial on the speedometer rose from seventy to ninety in what seemed like seconds. I felt my car start to shake a bit from the speed. On the radio, "POWER" by Kanye West was playing. "I've got the power to make your life so exciting", he rapped. The highway looked entirely empty. Then, I saw the red and blue lights flashing behind me. "Shit", I said aloud. "I am so dead." I slowed to a stop and pulled over. Right on cue, the officer exited his vehicle asked for my license and registration. I handed them to him and he walked to his vehicle. He came back and asked, "Why were you driving so fast?" "I don't know", I said nervously while shaking my head. He then told me that I would get a notice in the mail for my court date. In the state of Ohio, one must go to juvenile court if they are charged with any offense under the age of eighteen, even a speeding ticket. I drove home and thought about the fiasco that would unravel the next day. I knew that I would have to tell my dad I received a speeding ticket, and I knew that he would ask how fast I was going.
Before this event, I was at my

To be crystal clear: I don't condone speeding. I shouldn't have done it. I wouldn't do it again, especially not with my current outlook on life. But given the real-world consequences of my action, there isn't much to regret. The speeding itself was a victimless crime: no one got hurt. If there was absolutely no one else on the road, including the police officer, I would have gone home and slept comfortably, and that would be the end of it. There were unforeseen consequences that happened to be positive: I ended my relationship after realizing how unhappy I felt, I carpooled to school every day with my cousin, and we grew to understand each other more in those three months than the past sixteen years. Overall, the real-world consequences were only mildly