“Beep Beep” went the ear piercing beep of Amanda’s alarm clock. As Amanda slowly opened her fresh morning eyes she was startled by the sight of her family all with balloons and presents. “What is all this?’’ Amanda replied excited. “Its your birthday Amanda happy 12th!”. Amanda rapidly swung out of bed threw on her birthday best faster than cheetah hunt can go around 10 times and then grabbed her birthday presents. “I wonder what it could be!” Amanda rejoiced. As Amanda began to open her one and only bag her mom began to find her car keys in her jungle in a purse. As Amanda reached in she grabbed somthing thinner than a one sided pancake as she brought it out she found……. A Bush Gardens ticket! When they got in the car they were as bundled and tight as a elephant in a ant hill. As Amanda’s dad started the car, the car made a “EEEOINK” kind of noise.’’What is wrong with this car?” Amanda’s mom shrieked in confusion. “It’s probalbly nothing just the tires turing” Amanda’s dad replied as he pulled out of the driveway and galloped to the freeway. On the freeway Amanda and her family saw some pretty strange things such as a voltzwagon with eyelashes over the headlights and dogs with there heads out the window with there tounge out and slobber flowing out hitting car windows as if it was a waterfall pouring and pouring out slobber. As they got of the freeway and got on to exit 63 they found the car sputtering out midnight black smoke. “Oh great what could that be?” Amanda’s mom asked. “It’s probalbly the new tires wearing in” Amanda’s dad replies. As they pulled up to the man wearing his work outfit in the tiny, tiny ticket booth Amanda’s mom struggled to find the ridiculous fee of eight dollars to park in her jungle ... ... middle of paper ... ... voice that sounded very, very sleepy. After about two hours the ride began to start up again. “Ladies and gentleman please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times and get ready for the ride to start back up again get ready to decend!” “Oh boy get ready to fall like leaves in Autum!” Amanda yelped joyfully! “AHHHHHHHH” they all yelped as they fell down the steep hill! They went through curves and turns and loops and spins and all sorts of wild things! “Thank you for riding please exit to your right and dont forget your belongings.” the operator announced. “Amanda come on we have to get home its time for cake!” Amanda’s mom rejoiced . “Coming mom, by guys I hope to see you guys again!” Amanda yelped. “By Amanda !” screamed Morgan and Layne! As Amanda and her family got in their car and pulled out amanda replied to herself “Best birthday ever!”
Randall Blighton saw a silhouette of an infant in the vans window which now he says was a car seat. He felt that he couldn’t just pass by after he had just dropped off his own children with their mother. When he first arrived by the van he set out flares to make sure that everybody knew that the van was there. He then went to open the drivers side door and found that a woman’s purse was jammed between the accelerator and the firewall, that would explain the continually motion forward. He could see that a figure was lying across the front seat and that the head was tucked into the chest just over the passenger seat. He could see that the figure had on one loafer type on one foot that looked feminine. As he searched to turn on the emergency flashers and was unable to find them, not knowing that they were over head. He felt the floor to see if there was a baby. However, as he felt around he realized that the floor and seats of the van and realized why it was so hard to see through the drivers side window that was splattered with something dark, blood. Nevertheless, he felt it was more important to keep searching to find the baby instead of stopping. He shuddered and didn’t get how there could be so much blood in the van if it hadn’t been hit by another vehicle. Randall then hopped in the drivers seat and moved the van on to the shoulder of 79th where it met sunset highway.
The author then looks back upon the time in his life when her mother decided to drive Hunter Jordan’s old car. However, she didn’t know how to drive, and was generally afraid to get behind the wheel. On that day, she drove crazily on the road, and declared to never drive again. James McBride also reflected on his life up to a teenager, who knew that bad things would occur in the not too distant future if he didn’t change his ways and behavior.
Amanda's reality check comes from another dreamer, her son, Tom who is totally annoyed by Amanda's nagging and domineering, he thinks that everything will be better if he can just get away. Amanda and her family go on living their fantasy lives.
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
“When we left for the hospital she ran after me, got into the van, and she was very happy.”
We hit the edge of the tree line, prickers pulling and catching on our snow pants. Suddenly, we hit. I could feel myself fly over Caytie’s head, smashing into a tree a few feet away. The wind knocked violently out of my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. I could hear the snowmobile sputter to a stop, my foot somehow underneath the track. I saw Caytie in the snow and to my relief she got up, seemingly unscathed by the accident. That’s when Maddie came barreling down the hill towards the tree line. Maddie yelled, more terrified than either of us. She helped to pull the snowmobile off my foot and me back on my
she gets her new house and that it is gonna be so great. Good maybe now she will
A gust of air audibly exited my lungs as I opened the creaky door of my mother’s beat up four door car. Charley didn’t have the same spring in his step that was present in his youth, but he did his best to run over and hop in. I wish he didn’t try so hard. My heart sank as he made vain attempts at pulling himself into the vehicle. I bent down and gave him a little assistance. He was quick to turn around and look at me anxiously. He never felt comfortable if I wasn’t sitting with him. I took my place in the back seat and slowly closed the door.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
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The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took
"I'll get it!" shouted Amanda, Robert's youngest sister. "NO YOU WILL NOT!" snapped Robert's mum. While, for the first time ever, Robert's mum and Amanda were arguing, Robert answered the door, and no one was there. It was probably Danny, he was always playing tricks on Robert, so Robert closed the door and
Amanda sees this in him and acknowledges that he has the same flighty attitude as his father. Mrs Wingfield snaps at her son and exclaims, “Oh, I can see the handwriting on the wall as plain as I see the nose in front of my face! It’s a lot of fun! More and more you remind me of your father! He was out all hours without explanation—Then he left!
"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.