Taking Away: A Narrative Fiction
I should’ve known better. I knew I was forgetting something. Mom’s number one rule when it comes to driving.
“So, what do you do once you get in the car?”
“Check the mirrors and see if there’s gas left.”
“And?”
“Make sure the doors are locked.”
“And?”
“And…? Drive?”
“Scarlett! Your seatbelt! You have to put your seatbelt on. Safety is the number one priority. Mom’s number one rule. Do not under any circumstances forget it. I don’t want you flying through the windshield.” “Mom! That won’t happen. It just…slipped out of my mind.” “Fine, just don’t let it slip out of your mind again.” “I won’t.”
Sorry that I lied to you mom. It slipped out of my mind again. Maybe if I remembered what you said, I wouldn’t be here right now.
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I need them for breakfast tomorrow.”
“Okay, anything else?”
Mom thinks for a bit then shakes her head. “No, that’s it.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful and take your time driving. It’s dark out.”
I leave the house once I put my shoes on and grab my keys and some money. As I leave the house, I see my dad’s black car pull into the driveway.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey kiddo. Where you going?”
“Just to the store to pick up some things for mom.”
“Alright drive safely.”
I get in my car and can’t help but feel that I forgot something. Shoes? Check. Keys and money? Check. Mirrors and doors? Check. Gas? Full and ready to go. I put my favorite radio station on. Country is the way to go. I pull out my driveway and begin my voyage to the grocery store. The road is pretty quiet with a couple cars every once in awhile. Of course it is though. Welcome to Riverview. A medium-sized, quiet, suburban town on the edge of the state. I still take my time driving to be extra careful.
After a couple minutes of driving, I hear this weird pounding sound. Driving up further, I find the source of the strange sound. A party. Of course. Red solo cups littered all over the lawn and flower garden, girls puking their guts out into the rose bushes, boys jumping off the roof into the pool and people running around half naked. The typical high school
“So, what do you do once you get in the car?”
“Check the mirrors and see if there’s gas left.”
“And?”
“Make sure the doors are locked.”
“And?”
“And…? Drive?”
“Scarlett! Your seatbelt! You have to put your seatbelt on. Safety is the number one priority. Mom’s number one rule. Do not under any circumstances forget it. I don’t want you flying through the windshield.” “Mom! That won’t happen. It just…slipped out of my mind.” “Fine, just don’t let it slip out of your mind again.” “I won’t.”
Sorry that I lied to you mom. It slipped out of my mind again. Maybe if I remembered what you said, I wouldn’t be here right now.
* * *
School, …show more content…
I need them for breakfast tomorrow.”
“Okay, anything else?”
Mom thinks for a bit then shakes her head. “No, that’s it.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful and take your time driving. It’s dark out.”
I leave the house once I put my shoes on and grab my keys and some money. As I leave the house, I see my dad’s black car pull into the driveway.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey kiddo. Where you going?”
“Just to the store to pick up some things for mom.”
“Alright drive safely.”
I get in my car and can’t help but feel that I forgot something. Shoes? Check. Keys and money? Check. Mirrors and doors? Check. Gas? Full and ready to go. I put my favorite radio station on. Country is the way to go. I pull out my driveway and begin my voyage to the grocery store. The road is pretty quiet with a couple cars every once in awhile. Of course it is though. Welcome to Riverview. A medium-sized, quiet, suburban town on the edge of the state. I still take my time driving to be extra careful.
After a couple minutes of driving, I hear this weird pounding sound. Driving up further, I find the source of the strange sound. A party. Of course. Red solo cups littered all over the lawn and flower garden, girls puking their guts out into the rose bushes, boys jumping off the roof into the pool and people running around half naked. The typical high school