Descriptive Essay To Get Home-Personal Narrative

One Friday afternoon headed home, kind of in a hurry to get home so my friend and I could get to the football game. My dad hates it when I’m late, and I was kind of running a little behind because I had to pick up one of my friends from her house and she wasn’t ready. So I was speeding home and I turned on my county road, probably 200 yards from my house when I got behind this really slow car, it’s a two lane road so I decided I would pass them on the opposite side… BAD DECISION. They were turning into the Christmas tree from which was on the other side of the road, so they had to turn across the other lane. So right about the time I decided to pass them, they decided to turn and BAM I got t-boned. It spun my car in like three circles, and

After that, he walked back to his car and proceeded to call another cop and a wreaker. I grabbed my phone and called my mom. Terrified I began to cry. She answered the phone, and before she could even get a word out I cried to her saying “Mamma please don’t be mad at me!” I said that over and over and over again. Until she finally said “What Lexie?”. I simply said, “I just wrecked my car, Mamma.”. I could feel the tension over through the phone, and all she said: “Call your Dad.”
Moments after calling my dad, I saw him pull up to the scene. He didn’t even look at me, he walked straight over the Constable, and said “I’m so sorry Officer. This is all just a big accident and I’m glad you or her isn’t injured.”. Now it was my turn. He walked calmly over to me and said, “I’m very disappointed in you Alexis.” That’s when you know he’s mad because he never calls me by my government name unless I’m in deep trouble. I started crying even more now. He told me next, “Go over there and apologize for this and shake his hand, maybe give him a

I’ve never been late to a football game. EVER. He asks me what happened and to please give him my side of the story. So I told him everything that happened in my eyes. He told me that since it was my fault I would have to be the one to receive the ticket. So he wrote me a $700 ticket and he told me that I need to go to the courthouse if I couldn’t pay that and I could look at other options.
After all this, we still made it to the game on time, and the only person badly injured was me, and my AC joint in my shoulder was broken. But on the bright side, we still made it to the game on time. Another downfall was that next Monday we went to the courthouse and my dad told me that I had to do community service. So I had 32 hours of community service and 3 years’ probation. I can’t get a ticket for 3 years or my license will be revoked for the remaining time. Moral to the story, don’t hit a cop and take your time while you’re driving. It’s okay to be a little late. You’d rather be late than dead