Personal Narrative: My First Car Driver
“Baba can I drive the IS F today?” I asked quietly as I woke him. “Please?”
“Yes… but be careful it might rain today.” replied Baba. “Drive slowly!” he said.
“I know, I always do. Thank you!” I replied as I ran off.
So the day begun and I was in a good mood. I made my way to school excited to show my friends my car. After school had ended I told my friend, Duane, to come to the parking lot and that I would give him a ride home. “Yea, hello? Come to my car, I am parked near the cafeteria,” I said over the phone.
“Ok, I am on my way” he replied. “But why?” he asked confused.
“You will see when you get here, hurry” I quickly replied.
When I saw him come out the cafeteria I started the car, since it was a cold start, it initially made a loud brummm sound that became softer as it got to a normal idle. I revved the engine a couple of times making loud sweet V8 sounds, letting it breathe. That gained some attention, as many students snapped their necks towards my direction. When my friend got in the car he was