Personal Narrative-Tickets To California

As I walk over to the man at the ticket booth, I can feel my face start to turn red. “Where are you going young man?”asked the attendant. “One ticket to California,” I say. As the man looks at me with a glare, he looks left and right. “Where's your parents?” He asked. Trying to act spurious, I start to get nervous and play with my figures. I look over my shoulder at the car lot. My eyes light up, as I see a black van running right by the side walk. “My mom is right over there in the blue van,” I responded. I point at the black van and then I wave with a big smile. The women on the phone looks at me with a cereus face and then waves back. “Okay here’s your one ticket to California. Go straight and turn right,