My annoying alarm clock howled at three in the morning. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom. I felt like a zombie while my fingers dragged the toothbrush side to side to brush my teeth. I splashed freezing cold water on my face to get revived. I drowsily put my suit on and I patiently waited for my father to tell me to start the car. I hoped that he would not wake up, or that it would be an eternity before he actually ordered me to do this task. He finally asked me to start the car. As I walked out the front door, I felt needles hitting my face. I turned the car on and my father came out quickly. I got in the passenger seat and we drove off in route towards the car auction in Denver. I must have snoozed off because the next
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I told him I was prepared, and we discussed the maximum I was going to bid. With my personal research on the internet and the blue book, I was confident on the bid I wanted to place. He told me that when there is a car everyone is interested in, every one sticks to it. As the 350z approached, I made sure to kill all the butterflies in my stomach. The crowd grew massively in size from only three men to thirty people in seconds. I hid in the crowd because I did not want to lose the car, due to a dealership not wanting to lose a bid to a teenager. The car came to a complete stop and the crowd gathered around, observing the vivid car. I felt the butterflies come back as I was in the spotlight bidding against nine other men. The auctioneer, a cowboy, was talking so fast, all I heard was gibberish. It seemed like his mouth was moving 100 miles an hour. He started off at 8,000 dollars, my hand quickly sprung up. Other hands followed and the bid rose up to 9,500 dollars before I knew it. It came down to an older man and me. We were bouncing bids back and forth. Finally, the price was heightening to 10,300 dollars and my gut told me to bid one last time. Ten Five, ten five, ten five, sold to buyer number 315 for 10,400 exclaimed the cowboy. The older man slammed down his papers and jumped up and down dropping the f bomb. I felt fanatical buying the car of my dreams. As I left the lot, I told the gate keeper, remember my face, I’ll be here
I told him I was prepared, and we discussed the maximum I was going to bid. With my personal research on the internet and the blue book, I was confident on the bid I wanted to place. He told me that when there is a car everyone is interested in, every one sticks to it. As the 350z approached, I made sure to kill all the butterflies in my stomach. The crowd grew massively in size from only three men to thirty people in seconds. I hid in the crowd because I did not want to lose the car, due to a dealership not wanting to lose a bid to a teenager. The car came to a complete stop and the crowd gathered around, observing the vivid car. I felt the butterflies come back as I was in the spotlight bidding against nine other men. The auctioneer, a cowboy, was talking so fast, all I heard was gibberish. It seemed like his mouth was moving 100 miles an hour. He started off at 8,000 dollars, my hand quickly sprung up. Other hands followed and the bid rose up to 9,500 dollars before I knew it. It came down to an older man and me. We were bouncing bids back and forth. Finally, the price was heightening to 10,300 dollars and my gut told me to bid one last time. Ten Five, ten five, ten five, sold to buyer number 315 for 10,400 exclaimed the cowboy. The older man slammed down his papers and jumped up and down dropping the f bomb. I felt fanatical buying the car of my dreams. As I left the lot, I told the gate keeper, remember my face, I’ll be here