Film Story Narrative

           It is a sunny August day, and I am in the backseat of my black 2011 corolla cruising down

 the highway with my family. I'm in the middle with my 6 year old to my left and my mom to my

 right. My other sister was in the front so my parents didn't have to deal with the inevitable 

fighting that would occur between us if we had sat next to each other. I'm also in a horrible mood

 because we just wasted half the day at the dentist. 

I never liked the dentist, but what made it worse for me is we would drive an hour all the way to Gurnee for our appointments.  I didn't understand why we had to drive this far just for a routine cleaning, since there were multiple dentists closer to home. When I asked, my parents said that these dentists were good friends of theirs, but that never justified the trek we would make. In my opinion, no friend is important enough to warrant driving an hour for them to stick metal things in your mouth for half an hour. We would also always drive past the Rainforest Cafe on the way there, but my parents would never stop there, which only poured salt in the wound.

 So while I am hating my life as we drive back home, I start to hear a strange noise outside our car. It sounded like a noise in movie when the bad guy would appear. Just a loud deep noise that just forebode bad things to come, which of course, it did. After not thinking much of the noise, our tire suddenly blew out.

            We immediately start swerving, like a roller coaster. My mom instinctually put her  arm in front of my sister and I as we quickly served from lane to lane. Somehow, my dad regained control of the car and we safely pulled to the side of the road. After a few moments of pure shock, we finally got out of the car. My dad made a call and half an hour later a mechanic put a spare in and we were back on the road like nothing happened.

 

            Flashforward about 10 years later, and to this day I still have absolutely no idea how we didn’t hit anyone while we were swerving. It turned out we drove over a nail on the highway and that was the reason the tire blew out. In the moment, it all happened so fast that I forgot how cranky I was, but now that I’m thinking about it now the whole experience still doesn’t feel real, almost like a movie. It was just so random, and I will never forget about the noise. It sounded like the noise that played in Into The Spider verse (best animated movie of all time btw), when the Prowler would come on screen and it was just this kind of deep loud noise that screamed something bad is going to happen.

            Although this moment felt really random, I think it does have a meaning in which we should always value life because it is so fleeting and could be gone in literally any moment. There was a very real possibility that my family and I wouldn’t have made it home that day, and that goes to show that we should never take anything for granted and we should learn to appreciate life and everything around us.