August 30, 2012
A Day to Remember
My day started just like any other, waking up to my dog jumping on my stomach .I moped around my house in my leopard print pajamas, and didn’t make much of the daylight. I opened my fridge. Hungry, yet to lazy to make something to eat. My phone was vacant of missed phone calls or text messages, making me feel unloved my peers. I walked out the front door with my dog and tripped over the small barrier dividing my house from the world. My newly shaven legs were left scratched from the rough, textured, stucco wall. Brushing my hands off, I stumbled upright again. Little did I know, this was the start to a series of unfortunate events.
I continued down the concrete path leading to my driveway, carefully avoiding the shrub at the end of the walkway which I knew contained wasp. A small golden Volkswagen, Jetta headed in my direction from the end of my street. I recognized it to belong to my good friend Adam, who’ve I known for many years. He rolled down his window as he pulled up beside me. Flashing his pearly whites, he asked if I would join him and that he had to run a few errands. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating rather or not I had conflicting plans of a higher priority. I had nothing of a greater importance to be doing, besides shoving my face, so I walked inside and grabbed my purse. I opened the passenger side door and proceeded to sit down inside the car. As we pulled away from my house, the windshield was misted by a light rain.
State road 54’s traffic was bumper-to-bumper going east. So instead of sitting in the traffic, we decided to make a right instead. The rain started to fall faster, and as the speed increased it became harder and more difficult to see or even make out the road directly in front of us. I hollered at him to slow down. The music was blasting. The rain was falling, and I was sitting straight up in my seat, thinking of where we could...