A Car In A Car

I had never had people so willingly accept me into their group and I felt for the first time like people enjoyed my company. We’d go to Sugarloaf, the beach, Presque Isle, McDonald’s, Walmart and really everywhere else you could think of. Megan had a license and a car and we were able to go anywhere and do anything whenever we wanted. I liked that. Thinking back on our friendship, I think I was excited about the freedom my new ‘friends’ were granting me. I liked that. After hanging out with them for a few months, I felt uncomfortable with the stuff they were doing and talking about doing so I stopped hanging out with them. They didn’t seem to like that so they egged my car.

In the article Deaths in Hot Cars Nearly Triple, Steve Visser claims that the number of children who have died due to being left in hot car is quickly increasing in this year. There have been a lot of suggestions from experts about how to prevent these accidents, but a lot of similar cases still continue to happen. The claim of the article is explicit because it clearly and directly shows the topic which is the increase of hot-car deaths, the explanations, and the recommendations for the problem. The author gives some interview results to support his claim. For example, according to Amy Artuso, program manager for the council, there were 11 death cases in this year compared to 4 cases at the same time last year. Despite the fact that many parents

The day Grace Grimshaw threw up all over my car is one that I will never forget. One summer morning, I went to pick up Allison Downen and Grace after cross country practice. We had been wanting to go over to Wildwood, Missouri to try and find Nelly’s house, but right before we leave Grace says she feels funny. She eventually just falls asleep in the back seat and everything is fine, until about an hour later when she wakes up. Grace sits up straight and says she is going to be sick. She then proceeds to pick up a Tupperware container I had on the floor and asks if she can puke in it; I slam on the brakes and say absolutely not. I pull into a subdivision with houses the size of Buckingham Palace and tell Grace to open up the door and go for

It was a spring afternoon. It was my birthday and i was turning 11 and my mom exclaimed she wanted to take me somewhere. So we hopped in the car and we left. Then we were driving and about 10 minutes later we were on Tuttle Crossing Blvd. We turned left and i saw BJ’s Brewhouse. Then we pulled into Bj’s Brewhouse, we hopped out of the car, and on the way inside, i saw some delicious looking food. I could smell the food so much it felt like i was in a new world, I could have exploded because it was making me hungry.

Jackie is my giggly brunette friend who I met in cross country. Towards the end of winter, after school, my friend Jackie and I walked home. The sidewalk was covered with mushy brown snow. We talked and froze to our bones even with coats on. While walking down Clinton Ave. I made a joke to her we both laughed, but suddenly she said, " I have to pee!" I just laughed even harder because Jackie's laughter sounded funny, she was squeezing her stomach. She couldn't stop the laughter and I saw jean's got dark near the zipper. I screamed," oh my god, you peed." She started to freak out because the wet stain was from her upper thighs to her knees. We sat at a random lawn laughing together. A black car with a blonde college student pulled up.

It all started at the lake the place where we went every weekend to hang out with family. It's a place called Sandy Pines, it has so much stuff to do you're never bored. It was one evening my whole family was over at my grandparents place for dinner. We were all messing around and talking outside, us kids were playing on the hanging swing and breaking it like always. All of a sudden these kids come roaring up in their golf cart next to our lot, there were about in their 20s or so and we could tell they were in a rush of some sort. They jumped off their chart and came running up to us with a plastic lawn goose in their hands. They were yelling at us about how they were playing some sort of game and needed us to trade the goose they had for

So, we were at the Bloomsdale K.C. Hall. We were trying to get teams for a game of Ghost in the Graveyard. It was a chilly night so not many children wanted to play. We got together three teams of two. We started playing, two kids Tommy and Jason were “it” first. We were only playing three rounds. First, Raymond and I hid in an empty dumpster (worst spot ever). They found Justin and Cody first. When they yelled

We had a great plan, we decided to go explore the fourth room of the basement. Once inside we started climbing and playing with the elliptical. I looked over to the treadmill and said to jerry, “I’ve got a great idea. Why don’t we get on the treadmill with only our socks on and run as fast as the treadmill can go and then jump off.” Now jerry was only a year younger than me but he of course thought it was a great idea. So, we each took our shoes of and stood on the treadmill, the treadmill itself was relatively old and was so close to the wall. We stood there not thinking of the consequences of our actions, looked at one another and grinned a big grin. I turned the knob slowly, we started speed walking the running and running faster till we were panting, the knob was on fast burn the fastest setting on the treadmill. Jerry jumped off, me on the other hand tripped over my socks, I fell and the treadmill still on the fasts setting pushed me up against the wall my neck to the back of the treadmill and my legs bent over my head like a contortionist. I screamed and screamed. My cousin sat there in silence watching this horrid event unfold before him, all the color flushed from his body. I screamed and yelled at jerry to go get help as I attempted to reach for

One day in March, my friend, sister, and I were walking home from Plain City Elementary. We decided to stop at Maverik on the way home. We crossed the parking lot, inhaling the pungent smell of gasoline. We were all parched, so we headed for the drink section. After looking there for a while, we meandered our way over to the gum and candy aisle. This is where the story gets weird.

Minor details escape me in this story. I can tell you that what I remember next is something that I affectionately call “The Wendy’s Incident”. I don’t remember what we had for lunch, how many people were in the dining room or even what time it was. What I do remember makes me break out in laughter even today and it’s something that I occassionally try to recreate (to a degree).

I looked to my left and I saw Nate had her rev limited in reverse and he was tearing the woods like Tow Mater on Disneys Pixar Cars. On the other side of my Zac Myhre was pinned in by other cars so he was really slow getting out, now she was right at my truck and I pinned it pedal down to the floor, there was dirt and rocks flying everywhere, Cody had his head out the window taunting her even more, she was on a dead sprint after mine and Nate's truck. All of a sudden I got a feeling that I dropped my phone back on the trail so I frantically looked for it and my truck shot right off the trail at high speed and Cody quick grabbed the wheel and saved us from hitting a tree thank goodness. I navigated us back onto the main road and me and Cody were the first ones out. We proceeded to get back to the main road when we saw another car, of which we thought were the brainerd kids, in front of us so we flagged them down and it turns out it must've just been two teenagers, “getting it on” back in the pits because we had no idea who they were. We all met at a rendezvous point and decided to go get some food at the Crosby bar. A perfect way to end a crazy

It is mind numbingly tedious, when a parked car heats up. It feels like entering inside a pre-heated oven after hopping in the car. Does this sound like a serious problem? If not, park the car anywhere in the summer afternoon, leave it there for fifteen to thirty minutes, and get inside the car and lock the doors. It is a tiny hot hell with wheels and an engine. Boiling hot air inside the car and a tiny air conditioner which does not provide enough cool air is a serious problem. This is a complication faced by 4010014 people only in Louisiana.

It happened in the middle of nowhere, Nevada maybe I don 't know. All I know is that I was in an old diner, didn 't have many customers but it was nice, quiet and had great burgers and fries. I ordered a Texas ranch burger, it 's a Hamburger with creamy ranch and barbecue sauce, with hot melted Swiss cheese, a dab of hot sauce and jalapeños. Mmmh delicious I also got an order of fries with some barbecue sauce to dip them in. I ate about half my burger but the jalapeños and hot sauce started hitting my stomach so, I grabbed a couple water bottles from a cooler on the other side of the room under a sign that read: cold drinks. I chugged them down but then all the sudden I had to use the little boys room or as others may call it the bathroom. In the restroom I started hearing loud banging noises I never thought much of it until I walked out.

It was about midnight on a warm and boring summer night, as a hole burned through my pocket. My friend Isaac, my cousin Bevan and I were walking through the neighborhood. We were just down the street from Bevan’s, looking to fire up an otherwise dull night. We were young at the time so we were always paranoid but we decided to leave Bevan’s house for just a little while to have some fun. As we walked we saw a car drive by just a street over, we all noticed he seemed to be going relatively slow for the speed limit, but we just shrugged it off as nothing. We continued on our way to an area behind the park which seemed like a good place to hangout for a bit. As we walked Bevan and Isaac made jokes about the car, but I couldn 't

So she just went along with it. It’s not that she didn’t want me to go with her, it’s that she didn’t want me to get in trouble. As for my other friend, Alyssa, she wanted me to be there in case anything happened to her. So, it was getting to be 11:00 PM & my parents were, thankfully, falling asleep. At 11:30 PM, I called an Uber to come pick me up and drive me to the party. I walked outside of my house, in the dark, gloomy, creepy night, for the Uber to get to me. So, the Uber