Although my caution was strongly advising against it, my sense of urgency was screaming at me to hurry up and turn. I was still going about 50 miles per hour when I panicked and threw my steering wheel to the right as quickly as I could, my tires screeching and the car behind me honking loudly. Upon completely missing the driveway by about 15 feet, my car shot in and out of the ditch close to the road. By a stroke of luck, I somehow avoiding smashing into the mailbox in front of the house. My car was still going very fast when I rolled through the front yard of the house. I braked hard and found myself stopped in a flower garden, or more specifically, a rose-bush.
I sat scared and shaking in my front seat, staring at the rose bush that had been half crushed by the front of my car. I tearfully exited the vehicle to knock on the door of the house and confess what I had done, but no one answered the door. After waiting for a few moments, I sprinted towards my car, reversed out of the garden, and sped towards the autobody shop.
Thankfully, the men at the shop wordlessly took my car into a shed while I found a spot on a couch in the waiting room, relieved but shaken from my near-accident. I called my dad to explain what happened and tried to remain calm, but as soon as I heard his voice I lost it in a mess of sniveling tears.
“Grace calm down”, he said, “Are you okay? Is the car damaged? Did you destroy any …show more content…
I paid for the oil change and drove home, feeling a bit nervous but otherwise okay. The car had not been damaged at all, and the only trace that anything had happened were thorny little roses, as sharp as razors, crushed into the grill of my