Narrative Essay On Drunk Driving

“Good luck on your test today Emily! I know you’ll do good” my mom yelled to me as I impatiently walked out our front door. The day I had been waiting for since I turned 16 was finally here. The day to take my final drive, to have my license in only a few short hours. As I walk to the car, I can feel myself becoming hesitant. “I drive all the time, you're a good driver, don’t worry.” I whispered to myself as I slid into the driver's seat. Waiting for my Dad to jump in the car with me, I sat there, thinking of all the possible outcomes of my test. I had become more nervous than I was before. I tend to do this a lot. I over think situations before they actually happen which lead me to freak myself out. However, I’m just glad that I got in the

The time had come. While I watched as my driving instructor swiftly pulled into the parking lot, I could feel my body tense up as if I was frozen. He parked on the curb and got out of his car. . However, I tried my hardest to look like I had confidence in what was to come. My Dad and I quickly got out of the car at the same time, when we realized the instructor had began to walk towards us. I came to the conclusion that whatever happens, I could always just retake this drive in order to pass. I thought to myself little encouragements that allowed me stop stressing over it. As my instructor was explaining to us what he was going to have me do on the test, he mentioned that I had already failed my test due to driving in the car alone just before he arrived. I was so confused and nervous that I just looked at him with an expressionless gaze. “I’m just kidding with ya” he stated as he was laughing. Nevertheless, I had no words, all I could do was chuckle to make it seem like it was funny. Within 5 minutes of waiting for another girl to show up, he had decided that we would start it without her. I felt a little relieved because I would’ve rather driven by myself than with somebody else who could silently be judging me without my