Personal Narrative Analysis

My right foot slams on the brakes as my ears register the sound of metal on metal. I throw my car into reverse, before jumping out to assess the damage. An otherwise pristine, navy blue BMW is blemished, two chips of paint missing to reveal the white plaster underneath. Acutely aware of the crowded parking lot, I revert to autopilot, parking my car with the careful precision I had not employed since my license test six months earlier. I slowly crawl out of my car to peek at the scratch one more time. Unfortunately, it had not magically disappeared. The driver did not seem to be around anywhere, so I began to frantically search my car for any scrap piece of paper I could find and scribbled down a note with my number, an apology, and a promise to pay the resulting expense. Making sure it was secured under the windshield wiper, I hurried off to my destination trying to keep the tears at bay. …show more content…
I was adamant that I did not need to tell my parents I had gotten into my first accident, hoping that in twenty years or so when I finally told them it could be something we would all laugh about. I had fifteen hundred dollars in a savings account that I could pull from. Insurance did not necessarily have to get involved; I could just pay out of pocket. My parents would never have to know. Besides, according to Google, the worst case scenario would only cost me the five-hundred-dollar deductible. Unfortunately, life likes to throw curveballs even Google cannot