My First Auto-Personal Narrative

I was so thrilled to have my very own car, and people were awestruck by my car’s beauty. My car did not ride, too, rough nor, too, smooth, it was just right. When softball practice rolled around, everyone wanted to ride in my car. I rarely

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

That new handler will clench the door handle with an excitement that can not be measured. The transition into the drivers seat is so smooth and mesmerizing. He will become a new man. Gripping the coarse steering wheel, the feeling of euphoria carries him over to the shifter, the sense of power is running through his veins. Shifting into drive is a pleasure he respects each and every time. Driving down the main strip of town the hair on the back of his neck, irritated at first by the change in temperature, is now standing in applause of his decision to take the car for a midnight cruise.

Right now, I think I have a pretty solid web series pilot idea. The only thing I am having trouble with is actually coming up with future episodes. I am currently taking FEA 409 the episodic writing class, and I need to write a pilot, I have an idea I love, but writing something that continue on is really difficult. I find myself having the same struggles in my episodic class as well in this one. I am so used to just writing a short script and then moving on to the next thing. I know I have a relatable idea, but putting it into words is what is giving me a hard time. I thought my first draft of my pilot was okay, I think my pilot needs a lot of improvement, especially the dialogue, but I think I got a decent story to play around with. I am

I neck almost snaps based on how quickly I turn my head, “What the hell did you just say to me?!”

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

Being an apprehensive new driver, I’d ended up getting most of my rides either to or from Bellevue College from my father. This meant I would often tag along with him to work in order to catch a ride home and, so often so that I’d end up his undesignated personal assistant. This is where I had gotten my first taste of the world of

After lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, my younger sister Ashley and I hopped into my aged, tan Chrysler Sebring and drove out of the parking lot onto the dirty, bumpy road. The grounds soaked with rain and the autumn leaves floated across the sky. My car was like a bouncy spring on the bumpy road. As we continued to head towards our destination, our excitement grew. After a couple minutes of driving we finally made it to the Luchies’ house. Their house was warm and inviting as Ashley and I entered into it.

This process was immeasurably long. We started the journey in Derek’s office. As my parents signed the papers, I received a few periodic phone calls from relatives who had seen the many Facebook posts by me and the family and friends with me. I soon realized that nearly everyone I knew had been in on the plan to get me this vehicle. As I sat back down in my chair after the last call, I had stood up and walked around the dealership’s showroom floor during each call, Derek told my mama and daddy that they could finish the paperwork in the next office down, but that Leah and I could stay in his office if we wanted

I shifted the car from third, to fourth, to fifth gear as I drove with my friend Kayla sitting beside me in the passenger seat. The engine of my beaming, yellow Mustang roared on the highway as we traveled eastbound toward Pasadena. While the two us continued on the two-ten freeway, I looked up above the road. The few clouds in the sky had transitioned from a light grey to a burnt orange. We found ourselves, summer at its peak, slowly cooking in the ninety-seven-degree heat. It was already the late afternoon.

I felt like nothing. Everything was numb. Two in the morning hit, and I knew I would regret staying up so late. At that moment though, nothing mattered. Tears stained my face and my eyes were more swollen than a broken foot. Everything was hurting. It hurt so badly I could physically feel the pain aching in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t be the end. Last time was never the last time. I knew I was lying when I said I’d never do it again. I promised myself, but any promise you make to yourself is a lie, life or death if you ask me. No one knew. Not a soul. And I intended to keep it that way. I was only fourteen. I was just a kid, hardly in the world as a teenager let alone this person with all these real feelings. As a girl, if I had

“Stay here and don’t come out,” Spencer began. “because I have no idea how this is going to go.” None of us dared to say a word. The other driver opened her door. Out stepped young woman of no more than thirty, her face creased from the unattractive frown on her reddened face. She and Spencer began to converse. After a while of sweating within the confines of the van, I opened the doors to let some air in. Finally, some conversation broke out between

​My ears rang as I leaned my head against the chilly car window. My euphoric gaze followed the amber glow of street lights as my family’s car crawled down the highway, headed back to my grandfather’s house in Lorren D Heights. My parents sang along to the CD in the stereo system, just as they hadn’t heard the same song minutes before. They sang off-key as they held hands over the console and my father looked back at me and offered a smile.

I glanced down at the long screeds of names that required my help, next on the list was Phyllis. My stomach instantly lurched at the memory of my last visitation. My hands gripped tighter onto the steering wheel, my nails digging into the soft leather leaving an impression that would last. As I pressed my foot down on the accelerator my mind whirred as I struggled to wrestle with the emotions that where brimming within me and threatening to overflow. Pictures of the scene flew before my eyes, distracting me and occupying my every thought. The dread swallowed me whole, clouding my mind. The sea of emotion was drowning me, suffocating me as I tried to regain control. I stamped on the break. I was jolted back to the present as my car ground