Personal Narrative: My Best Friend And I Ever Lost Our Life?

On May 31st 2013, my best friend and I almost lost our lives. It started off normal just like any other day, my best friend Aundria had come back to Santa Cruz with me and my mom since she lives in San Jose and we were excited for the fun weekend we had planned ahead. That Friday night Aundria and I decided that it would be cool to take my mom’s car out for a spin, so we planned to sneak out through my bedroom window and to take the car. So we waited for my mom to fall asleep then we put the pillows under our blankets and shut off all the lights, and made our way out the window and to her car. Neither I nor Aundria had ever really driven a car before so it was already a scary idea but we did it anyways. We climbed in my mom’s bright red Hummer and

It affected my family and I very much. Not only because it was the first car that my mom had purchased on her own but because I was so close to dying. The officer told my mother, “If they were only 2 feet to the right they would have hit the cement pillar and they probably would have died.” I think that these words are what really made it real for me and Aundria. When you hear that you were basically 2 feet away from dying it wakes you up a lot. You honestly don’t realize that one stupid decision could cost you your life. You never really know when you’re going to see someone take their last breath, or hear that they aren’t going to make it more than 30 days. My brother Sid was never really a “normal” or “average” child. And even though I’m the younger one I could always tell. He was always going to the doctors and when he would come back he would seem like a different person. His handwriting would change, his food cravings would be different. And he would always get sick, randomly to you’d never really know when he was going to be happy and healthy or sick and frail. I never really understood until I was older and my mom was