My dad pulled up to our house in his shiny new red car. It was a Pontiac GTO it was made in 06’. He said he was going take me and my sister for a ride. My dad was being scolded by my mom as my sister and I climbed in.The seats, red and black, their smell of the leather filled the car. My dad opened the door and had started the car in a heartbeat. The car roared to life. I was in the front seat my sister was in the back. We had taken off around the corner. My mom had told us We had a party later that night. A few hours Went by We were all sitting in the living room my mom got up and said that we were going to be late for the party.We all were like clowns in a clown car. It took us quite a while since we were going from Hammond to Wheatfield.We took my dad's new car which was the biggest mistake of the night. …show more content…
We arrived at a house, it was a house with . Everyone at the party was asking my dad about the car. My dad never said much about always avoiding the question. He just didn't like talking about his car much, yeah it was fast, but he didn't like talking about it.
Since it was a party there was alcohol for the adults, my parents had a little too much to drink. When it was time to leave my dad wanted to start showing off how fast his car his. A guy in a blue shirt and battered jeans he looked more-thuggish-than-friendly. He had a really bad slur “Ay dood wana