Senior Year-Personal Narrative

Senior year was bittersweet for me. My mother finally agreed to let me drive my senior year. A high school student parking a lot was like the cafeteria room where everyone sat with their cliques. A day before my first day of senior year I was talking to my older brother about how I can finally drive to school. He agreed how it was a big deal and said “Since I don't drive my car that much, you can drive it until you get your own car.” My brother’s car is not just a car it is every high schooler’s dream car. It is a exotic two thousands and fifteen space gray tinted windows BMW seven fifty Li vehicle. It has four automatic doors with light brown leather seats and tinted sunroof. He just had two rules, don't let just anybody in his car and ask

I saw everyone outside and in the stores looking at me which made me want to drive away more. My best friend in the whole world knew what I was thinking and said “ don't you dare try to drive away, Haya! I know you are really scared right now but the worst thing you can do right now is drive away when everyone saw you.” I understood everything she said I got out and inspected the cars until the owner of the red car came out. I was so fright because I thought she would be so angry or worst call the police. She just said can I get your insurance information. I kept telling her I was sorry while my friend and I search for the paper. We could not find it and my friend said “ I'm sorry it has to come to this but you need to call your brother to tell him where his information is.” I was shaking and panicking. I kept thinking how he will go ballistics and hate me for hitting his brand new ninety thousands dollar car. It took me a couple of minutes to dial his number. While it was ringing every ring I felt the air getting thicker and thicker. When he picked up he said “Hey wassup?” I took a deep breath and said “I got something to tell