My Pajamas Narrative

It was like a scene from a movie. My heart was beating faster than I had ever imagined possible. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what had just happened. How did this happen? Why did this happen to me? Was this karma? Did I upset the universe or God? Was this a test of my faith, a testament of God's grace, or did I just have the worst luck ever? It was by far the worst experience of my life. I remember everything about that day. I was about two weeks into my summer break. I woke up to an empty house. My parents were at work and my siblings were still in school. I lounged around the house for most of the day, watching tv in my pajamas. As the hours passed I realized it was time to get ready for work. I dreaded the twenty minute drive I took five days out of the week, but I was still determined to make it a good day. I listened to music as I got ready, it always seemed to get me in a good mood. I put on my hideous Zaxby’s uniform first, and then proceeded to do my hair. When I was done dancing around and singing into my brush like it was a microphone I decided to put on a little bit of makeup, that always lifts a girl's spirit. When I was done hyping myself up for the day ahead of me, I grabbed my keys and got into my “baby.’’ It was a deep blue Grand Cherokee Jeep. …show more content…
It was my first car, my parents had gotten it for me just three months earlier. I instantly feel in love with it even though it was big and drained my pockets from gas expenses. I carried out my usual routine: purse buckled in passenger seat, start ignition, adjust the air to my liking, sync my phone to the speakers, buckle up, and head out. The drive wasn’t as long as I expected. Traffic was light and my music kept me company. Work wasn’t so bad either. My favorite coworkers were there and business was slow due to a storm. Closing time came sooner than expected. I gathered my things and headed to my car. My routine was sort of the same, except I had to call my mom and let her know that I was on the way home. She warned me of the heavy rainfall and told me to be careful. I found myself driving in the two conditions I hated most, in the dark and in the rain. The lines on the road seemed to disappear as the water piled up on the streets. I was anxious to be home. I tried not to overthink it, just stay attentive and drive I told myself. The closer I got to my home, the more comfortable I became. I was about five minutes away from home when my life flashed before my eyes. I was coming through an intersection, when a car dashed out in front of me. I tried to slam on my breaks, but there was no way I could prevent what was about to happen. The force from the collision was the most powerful thing I had ever felt. It was as if everything went in slow motion and high speed at the same time. I remember what song was playing on the radio and I remember the thoughts that were going through my head. However,I don’t remember my head hitting the steering wheel even though I knew it did because I had a busted lip to prove it. When the two cars had settled out I finally wrapped my head around what had happened. I remember screaming, not because I was in pain but from utter shock. I searched for my phone which had flown across the car. The first person I called was my mom. I could barely get my words out, but when I did she told me that she was going to call the police and be on her way. When my mom arrived she asked my all the questions a concerned mother ask. Are you ok? How do you feel? Do you need to go to the hospital? I was so upset about my car that I didn’t even care about everything else. I had just gotten it and now it was completly totalled.My dreams had finally come true. How could it be that the best and worst things of my life could happen within three months of