The day started off slowly, the sun dragging itself across the sky, moving at the pace off a large turtle. My day was going to be uneventful, or at least I thought it was. I woke up to no sound in my house. All of a sudden I could hear the door slam, and then footsteps. I knew it could be no one else, but my sister, so I didn’t even turn over in bed. I just lay there, motionless, waiting for an excuse to get up. All of a sudden she opened my door and jumped in my bed.
“Get up,” she said, “it’s too late for you to still be in bed.”
“Get out,” I replied as I threw my favorite colored pillow at her head.
It was a small sacrifice to make for the silence I so appreciated.She continued to shake my bed in an attempt to make me get up. I pushed her and walked out the room to find a place to myself. It was too early to be annoyed.
“So I guess you don’t want to go driving?” she asked.
All of a sudden I was fully awake and energized.
“Of course I do,” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask all day.”
I got dressed so quickly I’m sure even an Olympic track star would have been amazed at my speed.
As I walked outside, the sun shot into my eyes. I was blinded for a split second, but that wasn’t going to stop me from getting in that ca and getting my first chance at driving. I figured it would go like how it does in the movies. You know like fast and furious and all those other racing movies. “Make sure you take it real slow,” my sister cautioned me, “cars are pretty sensitive and u shouldn’t put your foot all the way down on the pedal.”
I completely ignored her because “Love Sosa” by ChiefKeef was on the radio and I was too turnt upI put the key in the ignition and started up the car. I was intending to take things very slow. In fact I pulled out so nicely that I impressed everyone on the block. I was the best driver in the world at my age. What really happened though was I stepped on the gas to hard and ended up running the car up on the curb. Luckily there were only a couple scratches, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a quick trip to a car shop.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked my sister.
She didn’t reply, she just stomped out the car,slammed the door, and told me to get out and go in the house. I don’t think she was that mad. She really didn’t talk to me that much the rest of the day. I’m just glad I got the silence I had been trying to gain the whole day. In the end, I got the best nap of my life.
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