Personal Narrative: Wild

Okay, so, this story may be a little embarrassing, or a little pointless to write about. I mean, who wants to hear a story about how a twelve year-old flipped over a golf cart? Also, that stupid girl also got tendonitis for about the whole summer. Yep, that girl was me. It all started after my 7th grade science MSL, my last standardized test of the year. I was ecstatic! My friend, Ally, and I were picked up early by my sister, Taylor. On the way home we had gotten some Sonic to eat for lunch, along with slushies that made both teenage girls be even more hyperactive than they were before. While we were sitting in my, not so tidy room, we both had a brilliant idea to do something totally wild. “Why don’t we go on the golf cart,” Ally inquired, “your dad just had it fixed up and painted.” “Uh,” I murmured, greatly knowing that my dad would kill me if he found out that we rode the brand new golf cart without him home or knowing, “Sure!” Now listen, I like to
think of myself as a people pleaser, not the person who ‘follows the rules’ and is a ‘goody two shoes’. I wanted, at twelve years old, to re-invent myself and become a more chill person. Do I blame Ally for having the idea? Absolutely not, it’s completely my fault I was the idiot who knew I wasn’t supposed to drive the golf cart, and I had to pay the consequences. So we drove around my small neighborhood in my parent’s bright, shiny red golf cart, with me behind the wheel, driving like a maniac. Knowing that I couldn’t break the second golf cart rule too which was, don’t let anyone else drive it. Pretty simple, right? Nope, because I’m a people pleaser and people pleasers let their friends drive golf carts, that’s just how we roll. “Are you sure I’m allowed to drive it?” Ally asked. Yep, you’re absolutely not supposed to drive it. “Of course!” I bellowed. Oh God, what am I doing? “Okay!” So we rode around for a good forty-five minutes, getting a few missed calls from Taylor and completely ignoring them. Ally was playing her favorite Spotify playlist, which consisted a lot of Nicki Minaj. Now if you know us, you know how we get when we listen to her music. So Ally was driving, and swerving the cart all over the road, in efforts to scare me. Me being me, it worked. But also me being me, I was gonna get payback. So, I politely asked to take the wheel, and started slightly swerving, just to make her comfortable. “If you want to scare me you’re gonna have to try harder than that, Gabs” She laughed. Here was my chance, I playfully smiled and waited for the perfect moment in the song to take the big swerve, it was coming closer. ‘Baby Imma need to beg, for it!’ The song cried as I whipped the car around. At first I didn’t suspect anything. It was when I heard both of our screams did I close my eyes and refuse to open them. It was like the whole world, stopped and I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. I opened my eyes, and saw the brilliant blue sky, and I thought nothing of it. I felt something come from my nose, and I checked to see if I had just forgotten I had a cold or something. But no, it was very much bright red, blood. I looked around to see my lifeless body sitting in the dead grass, covered in dirt, cuts, and scrapes. It was like an out-of-body experience. In these few seconds, I heard nothing, I thought I was entering the gates of heaven. I snapped into reality when I heard Ally scream my name from the road, that’s where she landed. I was still extremely confused as to why she was screaming, maybe I fell out and she was checking if I was okay. She ran over to the grass with scrapes up her legs from landing in the road. She was saying words but I heard nothing coming from her mouth. I soon realized what she was freaking out about, the golf cart had landed on my leg, it was practically purple! “Ally! Ally! Help me, please!” I screamed, tears rolling down my face, This can’t be happening. Please God, tell me this is not happening. “Okay” she said and made extreme efforts to lift the cart ever so slightly off of my leg. I would never tell her this but, she almost saved my life and I could never thank her enough for that. After successfully pulling my leg out from under the cart, it was swollen and purple like a bloated grape, but didn’t hurt. A nice woman from the house in front of where we crashed called my dad and told him the problem, and also called the police officer that lives down the street, let's call him Darrel because truthfully, I don’t remember his name. “What the hell were you two kids doing?” his words, not mine, shouted. “We were just” I stuttered. “The way y’all were driving, I expected this.
“Y’all deserved what you got for disobeying the law.” This is the reason I hate policemen, he was being so rude! I don’t even know what Darrel was thinking when he said that! After that, it was mostly a blur, I remember a man in a black car driving us home. I now know how dangerous that was, and would never do that again. Once we got home my ankle was hurting even worse and I couldn't walk. But this is the part that surprised me, when my dad got home, he didn't yell. He hugged Ally and I tighter than he ever had before, and told us everything was okay and he was glad we were safe. More blur, because I did my very best to forget about this, but I remember taking a hot shower and being absolutely terrified that the shower was gonna flip over. And some (a lot) of post-traumatic stress disorder, in the car ride to the Orthopedic doctor. Once they had a thorough examination of my incident, they came to the conclusion that I had a ‘wicked-severe’ case of
tendonitis. I was very upset, I had to go to school the next Monday with an embarrassing cast on, and reliven the horrifying experience every time someone asked “What happened?” If we are being honest, I started to lie, because telling a bunch of people you flipped over the golf cart gets annoying after a while. So that's the story of the time I, flipped over the golf cart with my best friend. And how I was in a cast all summer long. But, the overwhelming anxiety I get in cars now, makes for a great story! At least until I drive a real car, I’m sure I will have an even better story then.