Why did your parents drop you guys off?” I could feel a tear fighting its way out and would have won it I spoke. Instead, Mk said, “Nhia got into a car accident.” I could see Aida, Hope, and her brother’s face grew pale. They didn’t know what to say or what they should say. Aida finally broke the silence and said, “We should write letters to him and pray for his safety.” We all agreed and grabbed the papers, colored pencil, and scissors. We spent the next hour spilling our hearts onto the papers.
She’s at Forks Community Hospital.” I raced out of my room grabbing the keys to my dad’s truck, getting a questioning glace from both him and Leah. “Bella was in an accident..” I mumbled to them both making my way out the front door, almost forgetting Seth was still on the phone. “I’m on my way Seth, I’ll meet you there..” I was just about to snap my cell phone shut. “Jake!” Seth was screaming. “Edward is there.” Anger mixed with the worry that already filled my body, I didn’t even bother to ask why when I snapped my phone shut and climbed into my dad’s truck.
Get out there and put the luggage in the trunk, it’s not going to put itself in you know.” James looked up in disdain. “Yes mother.” The entire car ride home, James tried to ignore the constant yapping of his mother. Every so often, he would think about his books and how he missed them, even though he had only been away for a short period of time. When they arrived home, James unloaded the bags from the car and took them to his mother’s room. He then crept as quietly as he could to his room, where he could escape to fantasy worlds with his books that he loved so much.
It was at that moment that I felt like I wanted to cry, the wet figure in the yellow raincoat was approaching our car. I wanted to scream for my mother to turn around but I was stuck in the moment I didn’t know what to do. My mother called me and it reminded me of summer nights when she would call me to come in ... ... middle of paper ... ...ualities as he kindly explained that I should relax and adjust my car seat to make me more comfortable. He stressed to me to take my time as I was preparing to drive so I wouldn’t be uptight. He then handed me the piece of paper, the same one he scribbled on the whole time I was driving, and told me to make an appointment to take the test over again.
Personal Narrative- Driving Test As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say.
“Well you certainly had enough time to think of an explanation.” I said in a tone more hostile than I had intended. We looked at each other for a second before I noticed the rather pitiful look on her face. With another heavy sigh I reached out my hand and lead her out of the car. “Am I going to jail?” She asked with her head still down set. I looked back up at my apartment “Normally that would depend of the ... ... middle of paper ... ...f Waymill.” It listed the cases of 5 people who were murdered in very unique ways as I attempted to piece this together, a photograph fell out of the file which only more confused matters.
Bye.” Jennifer says all in one breath, and before I could get a word out a faint click signaled the end of our conversation. I sighed again, this time louder as I tuck my phone in my pocket, the raised spirit of friendship falling down into a pit in my stomach where it belongs. As I think, I scuttle around my apartment, attempting to tidy up the already-spotless rooms. When I’m sure there’s nothing else to clean, I collapse onto the end of my bed and raise my wrist up to my face. Eight hours and thirty-six minutes ‘till show time, according to my watch.
She felt a pair of arms snake around her waist and lift her off her feet. She looked up to see who had done it and it was, of course, Nick. “You’re so light, I could hold you all day.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before putting her down gently on the floor. Veronica looked over to Jon, only to see that he had already gone into the car, and he was now driving off. She was upset that he was gone, but she was still glad that she was alone with Nick.
I read the occasional headline that appears on the screen, thoughts and judgments run through my head about each; “Wow, another child kidnapped.”, “Gosh, I already knew our economy sucks; But thanks for reminding me.” Ignoring the sadness and horror of these stories I stop watching, why welcome the sadness they may bring? Stretching my limbs, I prepare for the energy consuming rise from my comfy grey sofa. That faint feeling one gets when standing up to fast gets the best of me, thus I lean on the armrest of the couch for support. The couch, looking me straight in the eyes, beckons me to stay and relax. I resist this temptation for, just an hour ago, I did listen to the mind tricking couch, wasting an hour of my precious summer.
Going out in public while you look undoubtedly high was probably the least cool thing he could think of. It wasn’t Mary’s fault, of course...He ran a hand through his thick, now greasy hair and sighed. Bags have formed under his eyes and he rose to lift Mary into her car seat. “Maybe I shouldn’t go to school with you today,” Soul said.... ... middle of paper ... ...ve no problem with it.” Maka blushed and looked away, dreading how long the awkward nap time was. Soul kicked back and relaxed until it was time to take Mary home.