Descriptive Essay On The Storm
“Why won’t the truck turn on?” My dad asks with a confused look on his face. He continues to turn the key back and forth in the ignition to see if it would turn on, but there was no luck. Everything else in the car was working, except the engine. Once we ruled out that the battery was still okay, my dad got out of the car, went to the trunk, took out a tarp and laid it on the ground under the truck so he could see what was going wrong. Because my dad has a history with mechanics, he normally is able to figure out what is wrong with a car, but this time he just was not able to find out what it was. For an hour I was helping him turn the truck on and off to hopefully have it turn on, but we had no luck. After about an hour and a half of sitting in the dentist parking lot trying to turn on the truck.
“Dad, just call …show more content…
This was starting to scare me. Finally after waiting my uncles calls and says that he was here. I look around and reply “Um, no you