Getting pulled over can ruin one’s night. On May 24, 2013, I was on my way home from what seemed to be a perfect night. The weather was cool with a gentle breeze. I could even see the moon and stars through the car’s windshield. I had orientation for my first job the next day and wanted to get to bed early. As I was driving home from my friend’s house, I began to become more tired. Thinking to myself, “sleep, I need sleep,” I started to accelerate quickly. Knowing where the police usually hide, I was not too worried. Then, all of a sudden, I was one block away from home. I could see my house on the corner. Unfortunately, the officer driving on the side street saw me. I said to myself, “maybe that wasn’t a cop, perhaps it was just a normal car. If I slowly release my foot from the accelerator, the policeman will not notice.”

Just as I drove into my garage, I saw a police car in my driveway. The man waved me over to his car. As I walked to the car sheepishly, anxiousness settled inside of me. While asking me how fast the car was going, I began to panic. The policeman and I had a long discussion about speeding and how it is against the regulations. Finally, he exclaimed, “I’m not going to ticket you, but you really need to slow down!” I thanked him and tip-toed into my house. Nervously, I went into my bed hopeful my mother did not see or hear what had happened.

Just as getting pulled over can ruin one’s night, jumping a fence can lead to a series of unfortunate events. At approximately six o’clock, Abby and I discovered we had to go to the school to get her books she had forgotten in her locker. Being lazy, we thought it would be easier and quicker to go through my uncle’s neighbor’s backyard since he lived right next to the school. After five minutes of arguing about how to jump over the fence, we finally made it over. When we were on the north side of the metal fence, I turned to look over my left shoulder and was astonished by what I saw. Angrily, a ferocious, big, black dog was charging at us. As he growled, he showed us his sharp and pointy teeth. After a second of pondering, we realized we did not want to be the dog’s dessert. Finally, we decided to take a huge leap and wish for the best.

Before we knew it, we were back on safe territory. Then, I looked down at my throbbing hand. I realized the vein, on my left hand, had been wounded. As I peered my eyes further, I noticed my arm had a deep hole followed by a cut on it. To top it off, Abby was laughing at me because my pants had ripped in the process. We rushed into the house to apply water and pressure to the cuts. Once we were finished bandaging ourselves up, we finally decided to finish all of our homework.

When our assignments were completed, it was time for Abby to go home. As Abby got into her vehicle and turned the key in the ignition, the car would not start. I ran inside and told my uncle about the situation. He came outside and listened to the harsh noise the battery was making. He exclaimed, “Get the jumper cables out!” We jumped Abby’s car and then Maggie, who had ben studying with us earlier, and I followed her to Barnum. We wanted to make sure she would get home safely.

On our way home, Maggie’s GPS instructed us to go across the Tara Bridge. We noticed where we were headed and were terrified. Maggie did not hesitate. At the speed of light, she reversed the car down the gravel road to turn the other way. Since we weren’t familiar with the area, we ended up on a dead end beside a creepy house. The house had a rickety exterior. The shutters were broken and the home was pitch black. As we were trying to get away from the residence, we noticed a brown dog barking in front of the car. With drool coming from it’s mouth, the dog jumped crazily. Viewing the possessed look in the hound’s eyes, Maggie stepped on the gas. Finally, we escaped and made it home at 11:40. As I crawl into bed, I close my tiresome eyes and reflect upon my tragic night.