The first car that was ever really mine was an old 1991 Ford Explorer. My dad bought it from the guy who rented our trailer from us. When he bought it the car didn't run. He had some guys rebuild the transmission and then I was off. The car was predented so know one really knew if I hit anything. I never really cared for the car until it was gone.
It was on a Sunday morning following our family Christmas party. My aunt and uncle from LA had decided to stay an extra day and go to church. They had never stayed before so no one else even got ready for church. My little sister, Nicole, decided after my aunt and uncle had already left with their kids that she also wanted to go to church. She demanded that someone take her home but no one in my family wanted to leave the guest house. I finally said, "take my car Nicole." I said this because she was always to afraid to drive being only 14. This time she decided to take it. It was a little foggy outside but it was no big deal. She was driving down the road when she noticed she needed to turn on the lights. It was when she was looking for the lights that her inexperience got the best of her.
If you would like the rest of the story here it is. I didn't have time to write it in class.
Back at the guest house people were coming and going. It was the Sunday after our Christmas party which means homemade cinnimon rolls. Everyone was chatting away and minding their own business. No one had noticed that Nicole was gone. It was not until my mom recieved an alarming phone call from Nicole that put everyone in a panic. Nicole was on the phone screaming, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to, I am sorry!" She kept saying it over and over again. Her words almost unreconizable. We couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing. When my mom tried to talk to her she would not respond only repeating the same words. That is when we all started to think. Where was she? No one really knowing where she had gone the thought suddenly crossed my mind. My car. I ran outside to look and it was gone. I ran back into the house and told my parents. In a panic they ran outside. My other aunt and uncle were pulling in when my mom jumped in their car and told them to drive towards my house. My dad then got in my aunt Catherines car. She had a hybrid car with a push start. My dad panicing over the condition of my sister couldn't figure out how to start the car. My aunt helped him out then he zoomed off. I stayed back at the house with the rest of my family. My sister tended to over react so we figured she was just on the side of the road and needed to get pulled out of the ditch. About 5 minutes later we recieved a phone call about what happened. She had rolled my car. Apparently my mom found my sister walking down the road close to where she had rolled the car. She had climbed out of the car from the back windshield. I arrived shortly after to see the state of my car.
It had been totalled. The car was tipped up on its side and facing the opposite direction of which it had been moving. All the widows were either cracked or completly shattered. All the contents of my car were spilled out the back. There was no bring back the car but my sister was okay. She was shaken up and a little bruised but nothing more. My sister was afraid to talk to me for a while. She was afraid that I was going to be mad at her for destroying my first car. But after all it was just a car.
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