car accident

Guadalupe Coria

Professor Croker

English 101

September 18, 2012

Car Accident

            It was October 2, 2011 after my father had just bought me a car, Toyota Corolla 2011, as a graduation present. I was currently attending Ventura College. That day, October 2, I was beyond happy because of the great things that I had experienced, but then my mood changed after something horrific that happened. That day in the morning I had gone to the museum of tolerance with my Criminal Justice class. I had learned many new things that happened to the Jews during the Holocaust. There was even a Holocaust survivor there, and I was glad I had the opportunity to meet him. Then when I arrived to Ventura College, I had a meeting with my English professor. He told me he liked my essays, and that I was doing really well in his class. I never expected a professor to give me good feedback on my essay. It was about 3:45 p.m. when I was going back home. As I was driving, I thought to myself if my day could have gotten any better. Well it certainly did not go any better!

I was in Ventura Rd. waiting for the light to turn green, so that the long line of cars could finally start moving. As the cars started moving, I saw a white cobra driving faster than the normal speed of traffic. While that person was driving 55 mph, the rest of us were driving at about 40 mph. I was looking back through the mirror, and I saw the car merging to the left lane and then to the right lane again. To me it felt like that person was in a rush. My heart started beating faster, but I had no idea why. I had a strange feeling about that white cobra. It was a really bad feeling, and I felt something bad was going to happen. I do not know how it happened, but the car crashed into me while it was merging to my lane. I bounced front and back, and my seat belt stopped me from hitting myself on the wheel. At that moment I just saw many cars around me and I heard a big roaring “boom”. The white cars windows shattered all over the place, so I started to panic as my car did not move. I glanced back to see if the person in the back was okay, but I did not see anything. It was daytime and a strange elderly man wearing a yellow raincoat walked up to my car.  Since he saw I was scared, he started asking me questions about my health. He was very comforting, and he said everything was going to be okay. He called the cops, so that they can make a report on the incident. He then left, so I decided to call my dad. He thought the accident was a joke, and thought I was just pulling a prank on him. My voice changed and I noticed he started to worry because he then knew I was not playing around. He said it was all going to be okay, and he would be on his way.

            I got off my crashed car, and I went to see how bad the dent was. When I saw it, I wanted to punch the person inside that white cobra. My eyes started to tear up. It was like my whole world had collapsed in seconds. I still could not believe how you can be happy at one point, and suddenly all your happiness can turn into a bad nightmare.

            It was finally time to meet the person who was inside that white cobra. I walked up to that car, and I found a chubby lady crying. I noticed her lip was cut open. She was bleeding and my anger towards her faded. My mind started to worry about her, so I asked if she was okay. She said yes although she seemed somewhat moody. She waited for her family members while I waited for my parents inside my car. When I was seating inside my car, I was mad because the lady crashed my car and she did not ask how I was. She did not even apologize, and thanks to her my new car was ruined. After a long wait, my parents had finally arrived to the place of the incident. I had never been so happy to see them that day. My dad was talking to Lucia about the problem, but she was not responding to my dad. I was annoyed and tired; I was to the point I just did not care anymore. Lucia was irritating me just by looking at her, and the cops were not there yet.

The cops and the towing truck finally arrived at 6:30. The officers interrogated us, so they can give us a report. I thought they were on my side because they were saying Lucia was supposed to ask me if I was okay since she crashed into me. After the interrogations, it was finally time to go home. October 2 was one of the worst day ever.

            The next day I had to drive to school again, but I was scared just thinking about having another incident. I did not want to drive myself. As I was driving to school, I kept looking through every single mirror to see if any cars would get too close to me. It was like if I was paranoid on all the cars. As days passed by I started forgetting about the accident and I wasn’t scared of driving anymore. One month after the accident I bought myself a car.

            My whole car accident experienced thought me how to be more responsible. I always depended on my parents to take care of all my problems, but this time I had to deal my stuff. I took care of my car stuff regarding the insurance and all that. I know that is not much to actually be called “independent”, but anything was a good start.