Personal Narrative Essay: If I Got My Car

I got my car right before the beginning of summer. Brand new was not an option so I opted for a shiny-black, used Jeep Liberty. It was not in meant condition, but I was just exstatic as long as it had air conditioning that might just turn my fingers blue with frostbite. I had my car for a total of four months, however, before it became an unsightly crime scene. How did my car get wrecked one might ask? It all boils down to one decision I made. One bad choice could destroy a lot of things, so don’t let people convince you into making rash decisions. That was my mistake, and I'm still paying for it.
It all began on a Forth of July night filled with intentions for fun and fireworks. Although, the only fireworks we ended up witnessing were the reactions of our parents. Mason, Hunter and Maisy came over to my house to discuss plans for the night. In the mids of discussion, they elected me as their designated driver. After we figured out all the details to our night, we headed out to my car and jumped in to go out to

eat at O'Charleys.
Despite all the fun we were having hanging out, it only got worse from there. As I drove along, they kept complaining about my driving. Nothing serious just nit- picking my driving skills, since I was still new to driving. When we finished eating, we strolled back out to my car. As we walked, They kept begging me to let Maisy drive. "Maisy is an excellent driver, I let her drive my car all the time." Hunter told me. " It's true!" Maisy insisted, as I tried to protest, " I don’t think that’s the best idea. I'm the only driver listed on my insurance." "That’s alright, its not like were going to get pulled over." Mason assured. " Well, what if we do?" I pushed. "We are literally going right around the corner!" Hunter exclaimed. Exhausted from arguing I threw the keys to Maisy "Fine, I guess it'll be alright. Just be extra careful!" I warned.
As Maisy drove I became more perturbed by every passing second.

She was driving extremely slow, at least ten miles under the speed limit. All of the cars around us grew angry and annoyed, as they started honking their horns at us. As she poked along, Hunter found it necissary to finally mention the fact that she did not have a license. I started to become unsettled inside, but kept silent, since we were almost to our destination. To my disbelief though, as she was about to make a left- hand turn to go into a shopping center, an annoyed car tries to go around Maisy. That would have been fine and dandy if it wasn’t for them choosing the wrong lane to do so. Instead of using the correct lane, they used the lane to the left of us with oncoming traffic. As I watched in horror, the irritated car and the totally unsuspecting car, collided into each other. The vehicles started to spin out of control, which caused one to hit the front of my car and smash it

in.
As I sat there, trying to recuperate, the flashing-blue lights pulled up around us. As they questioned us, one officer called our parents. Ambulances showed up to take the drivers of the other cars to the hospital, even though they seemed to be unharmed. Our worried parents were assured we alright once they arrived. There anxiousness was then fueled up into fury, as they began to scold us for our decisions to let Maisy drive. We were then released to our parents, but that wasn’t the end of it unfortunately. I'm reminded of my terrible decision every time I look at my car and when my insurance bill, which sky rocketed, comes in. The only good news is that it was declared not our fault for the wreck, hence the guy took the wrong lane to go around us.
I'm so thankful in that no one got hurt in the wreck. It could have ended up a lot worse. Now, I just have to save up to fix the front end of my car. Until I save up though, it is still able to be driven. I'm never going to let anyone drive my car again.
Having a car is a big responsibility, and I can't just hand off my keys the instant someone critiques my driving. One has to take responsibility of others who ride in the car as well. The passengers lives are in the hands of the driver. Again, it only takes one bad choice to ruin everything one knows, so don’t be persuaded into situations. So unless, there is one- hundred percent trust in the person the keys get passed to, I wouldn’t recommend doing so.