Personal Narrative Essay: If I Got My Car

I got my car right before the beginning of summer. Brand new was not an option so I opted for a shiny-black, used Jeep Liberty. It was not in meant condition, but I was just exstatic as long as it had air conditioning that might just turn my fingers blue with frostbite. I had my car for a total of four months, however, before it became an unsightly crime scene. How did my car get wrecked one might ask? It all boils down to one decision I made. One bad choice could destroy a lot of things, so don’t let people convince you into making rash decisions. That was my mistake, and I'm still paying for it.
It all began on a Forth of July night filled with intentions for fun and fireworks. Although, the only fireworks we ended up witnessing were the reactions of our parents. Mason, Hunter and Maisy came over to my house to discuss plans for the night. In the mids of discussion, they elected me as their designated driver. After we figured out all the details to our night, we headed out to my car and jumped in to go out to

She was driving extremely slow, at least ten miles under the speed limit. All of the cars around us grew angry and annoyed, as they started honking their horns at us. As she poked along, Hunter found it necissary to finally mention the fact that she did not have a license. I started to become unsettled inside, but kept silent, since we were almost to our destination. To my disbelief though, as she was about to make a left- hand turn to go into a shopping center, an annoyed car tries to go around Maisy. That would have been fine and dandy if it wasn’t for them choosing the wrong lane to do so. Instead of using the correct lane, they used the lane to the left of us with oncoming traffic. As I watched in horror, the irritated car and the totally unsuspecting car, collided into each other. The vehicles started to spin out of control, which caused one to hit the front of my car and smash it