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Car Troubles

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Ever since I set eyes on my car, I have had nothing but a headache. Not only is it the loudest car, but it also drifts right into the trees, and it shakes at thirty and sixty m.p.h. Even with all of my car’s faults, nothing prepared me for its final act of cruelty. My lemon died thirty minutes before warm-ups for our big game, and I had the starting line up with me.

Laura, Allison, Kristen, Kierra, and I had all packed into my two-door death trap

to get a snack at Dunkin Donoughts. Being the responsible upper classman, I made sure

we left with ample time to get ready for the game. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough

time in the world to help us with our disaster. We were stopped at a red light howling

along to a Lenny Kravitz song, which I now hate, when Kristen nervously uttered,” Meg I

think your car stopped running.”

I confidently replied, “Nah!” Well, to my surprise, when I stepped on the gas, we didn’t go anywhere. All of a sudden, I began laughing hysterically and the rest of them chimed in, until, “BEEP” the light had turned green! “AAHH!” we shrieked. We finally

realized that we were stuck in a useless hunk of metal at Toms River’s busiest intersection. “What are we gonna do?” I thought. At the time, shrieking and laughing were our best solutions. Finally, as people were going around us, giving us the finger and cursing at us, my four skinny mini passengers got out to push my 2000 lb. pile of tin. As they set out on their mission to rescue us from being stranded in a sea of road rage, all I could do was laugh.

The time was twenty minutes until warm-ups and my mighty mouse teammates

had managed to push my lemon into Amoco’s parking lot. We had to hurry and this scrap

heap running again. Laura yelled,” Maybe it needs anti-freeze!” So, she galloped away to the store and in two minutes she was back with a container of anti-freeze. After we

poured the fluid into my car, we tried to start my car, “Vroom Vroom!”

“Nothing! Shit!” I panicked. So, we decided to stare at the car a little longer

hoping the car would tell us what it needed. There were only five minutes of stretching time left, and we were still stranded ten minutes away from school. “We are so dead,” I thought to myself.
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