Personal Narrative-Home

It was a typical Friday night for Chantilly and Johnny, the big and little hand were now place on 12:00 , it was midnight exactly and the sound of their mom snoring was like music to their ears, that meant it was time. Chantilly and Johnny looked at each, the clock and nodded. “Let’s go.” They had devious intentions.As the tipped toed out the door, hearing nothing but the creeks in the floor and the sound of their mother snoring. They ran through the backyard past her bedroom, trying not to make to much noise, stepping through the yard, hearing the cracking sound of the sticks. Ducking the censored house light so it wouldn’t shine through neighborhood on that ark night.She remembers vividly, the only thing from keeping the outside from being
Below the stereo is an ashtray with squares in there, as they continuing cruising, Chantilly sparks up a cigarette, smoke blowing through the car and out the window as she inhales her nicotine buzz that is killing her lungs and makes her body tremble and relax in the same essence. The feeling of freedom overwhelms her body. As her blue eyes take in the dark scenery, that passes by and what was once clear becomes a blur, the stars out there glisten, while music fills their ears, and smoke blows. She watches as they drive down dead roads passing cornfields admiring the beauty and taking in the scent of what smells like rain from the night before. The most refreshing smell. With many miles to go and no one on the road, her brother hits the gas pedal,throwing her back laughing. As his foot stretches and he presses on the gas pedal even more “Ayee, faster!” she yells, with the speed running through her vains, and feeling an edernelanl rush.As her eyes see the speedmeter passes 100mph. Her brother is whipping down the road, making turns sharper than a razor, swerving all over the road, her heart beats faster and faster, and she just laughs and keeps yelling to go