Friday, May 31, 2019
My Miracle :: Personal Narrative Writing
My MiracleDad, I need to go to Haileys to borrow a shirt for school tomorrow, I shouted from the back room. It had been a tight week for me. My cheerleading squad was preparing for a performance, and we had been practicing before and after school. While I waited for an answer from my dad, the adventure show, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, sounded in the background. Dad, I am difference to run to Haileys real quick, I repeated my shout. A reply came Its snowing pretty hard, wait for my show to end and I will take you. I am on my way to the store anyway. I looked out the window to see snow coming graduate pretty heavy. On any other day, I would have argued to leave right away, but for some reason I didnt argue. Ten or fifteen minutes later, however, I decided I actually needed to go. I said, Mom just take me, I have a lot of stuff to do tonight. My mom said she didnt want to disgust on the bad roads. Wait for your dad, she told me. So I waited. Finally, the show ended and we were on our way out the door. The roads were slippery and the snow was coming down hard. I looked out the windows of the car and in my mind, I heard my mom reminding me to slide the seat away from the dashboard. I chuckled to myself that a seventeen-year old would be likewise small to sit with an airbag, but I was. As I slid the seat back, my dad asked, Cara is your seat bang on? I fastened my seat belt and stared at the snow. It was a peaceful night it felt quiet and serene. It felt good to have a few minutes of alone time with my dad. We were confounded in conversation, and before I knew it we were in front of Haileys house. I ran in and waved goodbye to my dad. I found the shirt I wanted, and played a game with Hailey and her sisters while we waited for my dad. We joked about my mismatching outfit that consisted of doctor scrubs, a football sweatshirt, and snow boots. While we were laughing, I noticed the headlights in the driveway and hurried out. I excitedly explained the game w e had played to my dad as we drove away from Haileys house.
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