Andrew Lateille 3/3/2011 Block 2 English “Hit and Run”
“Go to your room,” my mom screamed at me. “NO!” I yelled back at her. We were fighting because she wanted to borrow more money from me. Every two weeks she comes and asks me for money. But not like twenty dollars or something little like that it is going up ever single time. I already pay the entire cell phone bill, the cable, the Internet, and the insurance bills every month. So I said enough was enough. All she spent the money on was junk she didn’t need anyways. So instead of going to my room I walked out side, slammed the door behind me and hoped into my ‘87 Nissan 300 Zx. When I got into the car I sat there for a few minutes trying to process what had just gone on. I haven’t gotten into a fight with my mom in over a year and it being over money was the weird part. I knew it would blow over in a few hours when she would call me and ask me to come back home. I put the key in the ignition, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. I shifted into first gear and pulled out of the driveway. While driving down the street I hit a red light and was sitting there waiting and some guy in a nice mustang pulled up next to me and started to rev his engine as a challenge to race. I looked at him then looked at the road ahead. I then started reving my engine showing that I accept his challenge. The light was still red and we were waiting for it to turn green. The second it did I shifted into first gear then into second only few seconds after. Once I hit third gear I looked in my rear view mirror and there was no sight of the mustang. I had won.
I continued down the street and pulled into a parking lot and pulled out my phone. Three missed calls. “Wow, only when I am pissed do people call me,” I said to myself. I hit the call back button on the phone and it called my mom. “Hey mom,” I said when it stopped ringing. “Where are you?” She asked. “In a parking lot.” “What parking lot? “I don’t know or care. Why did you call me? You know I don’t answer while driving,” I snapped at her. “I wanted to say I was sorry.” “Okay, I’ll be home later tonight. Now I have to go,” I said then hung up. I pulled out of the parking lot and started speeding down the street and I looked in the rear view mirror and when I looked back there was a guy standing in the street with a helmet in is hand and he looked very confused. Then I realized he was in the road in my way, and it was a narrow road. I slammed on the brakes and my tires screeched and then I hit him. After I hit him i his bike and lost all control of the car. It flipped and I blacked out and never came to. The end