Personal Narrative Essay: The Worst Time Of The Day

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The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took …show more content…

Taking the lead again, Wendy loaded our bags into the car trunk. Inside the car is even worse than the outside between the empty bottles of hardcore liquor, food kind and other wraps scattered all around, there is the potent reek of marijuana seemed to latch itself onto anyone or thing in its path. Behind the wheel is a breaded man with untamed deadlocks hair and extremely yellow teeth. His wide bright eyes kept popping up in the rear view mirror and looking around the drive …show more content…

“Slow your roll,” yelled Wendy at the driver holding on to the handle of the car door only to have it break off in her hand. She tosses it on the floor and instead grip the passenger front seat. The driver picks up speed even more when the car hit a pothole sending the hubcap spinning through the air and landing in the center of the road. “This place is a bad omen,” he said back to Wendy as he took a wide turn almost tipping the already wavering car over. “You are worried about the wrong thing friend,” express Wendy with a dark look in her eyes. Suddenly the driver took one look at Wendy through his rear view window and slowed the car down. “Less conspicuous shall we,” Wendy said winding down the window of the car and inhaling the fresh air that immerse inside the car. “Now that’s better,” she express reaching for a pack of gum and offering a stick to each of us. “Let’s just relax and take in the fresh air shall we.” While Megan understand and completely trust Wendy I could never let my guard down with her. She is an impulsive ticking eruption with a tendency to gut people like a fish if she feels for five seconds that you are a problem. Trap in the middle of both Wendy and Megan I look uncomfortable towards the empty seat next to the

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