Personal Narrative

I am not one to pick up hitchhikers, it’s just not safe, everyone knows that but for some reason when I saw that woman standing at the side of road with her thumb sticking up, I pulled over. Maybe it was the fact that she was wearing a big fur coat and was surrounded by luxurious, vintage looking suitcases that she didn’t seem threatening or maybe I was just so overworked and exhausted that day that I wasn’t thinking straight. Either way, I pulled the car over and rolled the window down. “Need a ride?” I asked. “How could you tell?” She smiled at me, getting into the passenger seat and flinging her luggage into the back. Her teeth were so white they could probably glow in the dark. She extended her hand to shake mine, “I’m Helene.” …show more content…

I shook my head, wondering what I was thinking when I originally picked her up. Turning the car around, I started to head back to the peaceful life I had back home, in the suburbs of Denver. Back to the life of living in a cramped apartment by a railroad with 2 other girls who could never mind their own business. Back to the life of working a horrible retail job, attempting to pay off student loans for a degree that has been of no use. Back to the life of waking up every morning and dreading the day. Back to the life of blandness. I started to think about what Helene had said about going on an adventure, about being spontaneous, about being stuck in this awful suburban life with nothing to do. The more I replayed her words in my head and the more I thought about my life back home, the more California sounded like a good idea. Now, I have never been the kind of girl to make spur of the moment decisions or do anything out of the norm but something took over me that strange Wednesday evening that told me to turn that car around again, pick up Helene, and go with her to California. And so I did, I drove back hoping that no one else had picked her up and joined her on her crazy adventure. I let out a sigh of relief …show more content…

“This is going to wonderful,” she exclaimed, “you will not regret it. Oh! we’re going to have so much fun, Lindsey, you and I.” “Don’t get too excited, I might just get annoyed with you again and dump you on the side of the road if you’re not careful,” I teased. “Right,” she said, “I shall be quiet now. Do you want an apple?” She had seemed to of pulled it out of thin air but it looked dark and juicy so I took it, rubbing my thumb over its shiny surface. “I found it on the side of the road” she said, as I took my first bite into it, “I wiped it off on my blouse though, so it’s probably okay.” I slowly put it down and tried not to gag as I swallowed the bite. “Do you wanna listen to some music?” I asked. “Oh yes, here I have something,” she reached into her purse and pulled out a CD with bright colors and the words ‘Scissor Sisters” printed across the top. She popped it in and an annoyingly jolly sounding drumbeat and keyboard started playing. I was starting to second guess my spontaneous decision but my the end of the end of the second track I was enjoying