I remember the time when I and two of my friends decided to go and try out a rock gig. A gig where someone else we knew was playing with his band, and we were invited for free. It was something new, so we decided to try it out. The problem was we didn’t have a car or any source of transportation. One of my friends had said, “Hey, my dad isn’t coming until twelve in the morning we can take his other car, i can get his keys right now”. So we all decided to do what my friend had planned, considering we had to go to Hollywood.
We thought it was a very good idea, and that we could make it back before his dad came back. Since his mother was not there at the moment, everything seemed fine I don’t think she would have noticed her husband’s car was missing. We thought that nothing bad could happen to us, but we were all 16 and ignorant at the moment. We were soon about to realize that was not the case.
As we approached our destination, we were getting lost; it was like we were going in circles. I was beginning to feel a little sketchy. We went through an ally and that was where it all began. While we were coming out of the alley, we saw that there was no car coming from either direction. As we went onward to the alley across from us, and a car came from the near corner of a boulevard which was about 20 feet away.
My friend did not see the car coming, and it was too late for me and my other friend to tell him anything. Everything happened so fast, and we ended up hitting the car on its right side. The car we hit looked like a new Nissan Altima, and I was so shocked that everything seemed blurry for a while. When I was able to gain control of myself, I turned to look at the other car, and saw that we had dented its side. I really could not see the guy’s face, it I knew it was a guy because the hair on the back of his head looked trimmed. Then I turned to look at both my friends, but they were also in a state of shock. Judging from their expression, I knew this was the first time they were involved in a car crash as well. It was all a nightmare, a place I wish I wasn’t in.
Suddenly the other driver pulled over on the side and parked. My friend took it as a chance to escape. There was no time for words, only silence and paranoia. So he stepped on all the gas and the car began to accelerate very fast. I could not believe what was going on, all me and my other friend could do was to try persuade our friend who was driving to stop.
I understood that he did not have a license, and that we were also going to be in big trouble. But I also understood it was wrong. Me and my passenger friend were telling him stuff like, “Hey dude! Slow down”, and “Hey, be careful this is dangerous!”. We went through an intersection and the light was red we thought we were done for. Luckily, we did not cause another accident, or hurt any pedestrian. The street lights and people seemed to be flying by, due to the fact that we were going at about 70 miles per hour on a 30 mile per hour street.
We were being watched over that night, and nothing bad happened to us or anyone else that night. We were also lucky not to have been spotted by a police car, or we would have been in more danger. I kept trying to tell my friend to stop and that we weren’t being followed, when all of a sudden he pulled over. I felt real bad about what we had done to that other car we crashed. But I was also glad in the sense that nobody else was involved in the accident.
My friend turned around and said, “I could not let the car get taken away, and I would have gone to jail too!”. I replied “Let’s just go back!” & my other friend was saying “Yeah, just take it easy, everything is cool!” trying to calm him down. He finally took up the courage to take us back home, but he was still paranoid. When we got back we took a look at my friend’s car, and it didn’t have any dents. The only thing that it had was the license plate was dented.
I opened my eyes to what had happened and was thankful for being protected by danger. After that day, I never got in a car with another teenage friend with no license again. My friend’s dad never found out about what had happened, and until this day I don’t know if he even did. Because I just started to hang out with some other friends. I think it was better for me, I did not want to be doing bad stuff anymore.
I learned my lesson the hard way; I still got in a little bit of trouble now and then, but nothing big. I just lost contact with my friends and moved to Norwalk for a while. I believed on having fun without making the wrong decisions. And now I have my license and I drive responsibly.