Palm Valley (Narrative)

It was too late my front end hit the curb and I was sent off spinning. I then went into a frantic thought, and leaned back with my hand on the wheel and pulled myself toward the seat.

“My Parents are going to be pissed,” was all that was going through my mind, because in the two seconds I was bracing myself my car collided into a light post. I expected James C, the person I was racing, to stop but to my surprise he sped off like I wasn’t even there. I thought I was going to have to walk home, But in the corn

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I look back at my actions and learned from them, which did change the way I think and the way I drive. er of my eye, I saw his car heading back in my direction. The second she heard the news she called 911 and sped off in her jeep towards my position. The minute she had gotten on the phone she knew something happened even before I had told her. I was so immature and dumbfounded racing in a residential zone, in fact I even hit a, SLOW DOWN, sign. She was more concerned for me than my car, as any mother should be, but instead of punishment I got a hug and of course a lecture on speeding.

I thought of how stupid I was to have let my pride get in the way of my life. Being the good friend I am I covered it up and told the police that I was speeding intentionally and was driving home from work. He had epilepsy and was a big fan of marijuana.

Before my mom was able to arrive I handed the phone back to James and he took off and told me not to mention his name to the police, or what we were doing racing down Palm Valley Blvd. I could have died there but somehow I was able to escape from death. I loved the way my mother handled the situation.

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Approximate Word count = 540
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)

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