This morning when I woke up I begin my usual journey to school. I see a lot of things along the way, but since I take the same route to school every morning, then the sight is the same. Depending on the traffic, every ride to school is a different one. As I get in my car and drive down the street there are the same stray dogs wandering around, and they tend to scare my neighbor Mrs. Alberts every morning without fail. I am pleased to say that this morning driving down Florence is calm, except for the occasional food trucks blocking the view. As I continue on my merry way, I pass by a donut shop where there are plenty of police officers picking up dozens donuts; it looks as if they are going to feed an army. I turn the corner onto Figueroa, one of the busiest streets to drive on in the morning. Monday is the day that I have to pick up my friend outside of her gorgeous two-story house.
After leaving her house, I drive down the street and a red light that was in front of a school stopped me. This light takes about ten minutes to change. We see a lady struggling to get her infant, and two toddlers, out of her four door silver minivan before they become late for school. She has her infant in one arm crying; and her two toddlers, twin boys are running around chasing each other and throwing their backpacks in the air.
As I draw closer to the school grounds, I find myself stuck in a massive traffic jam that seems to be backed up for miles ahead. I look at the clock in my car and I realize that my class starts in five minutes. I thought to myself, “If I can get in the school parking lot within the next two minutes I will make it to class.” I sit and wait for traffic to move along, but everything seems to be moving at a rate of five miles per hour. After getting out of traffic I try my hardest to reach school, and once I see Adams Street, my nerves are calm. The whole parking lot is full; but luckily I have a handicap sticker, so getting a spot was no difficult task. I got my backpack out of my trunk, and make it to class with one minute to spare.
2 comments:
I really enjoyed your story and felt that it was really nerve- wracking. I felt as if I was the one that was going to get to school late. It was very interesting and I am glad you made it in time for class. I think that your work is great.
Hey good story I really enjoyed it. Good Job and keep up the good work.
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