Creative Nonfiction Piece #1

After a long day of running errands with my mom over Thanksgiving break, I thought I had nothing to look forward to but my brother's twelve-year-old friends coming to stay the night at our house in a few hours and probably keeping me up all night. One of the boys, Garrett, would have to come early, so I was going to watch t.v. with him for a while because my brother would not be home by the time Garrett came. As soon as I got home, I sat down on the couch, exhausted, and settled on a television show to watch. After just a few minutes, my mom called me and said to walk to the front door because Garrett was here and I had to go see him. I was frustrated because I had to get up from the couch where I was already so comfortable. Why couldn't he just come see me? She kept calling, so I sighed and went. I rolled my eyes at her when I got to the door, but as I did something caught my eye. It was red and shiny, but it took me a moment to process because I was too shocked to realize what it was. As what felt like a very long moment passed, and the realization struck, happiness welled up inside me. I did not even know what to say, and so I was silent as I approached the beautiful new red Camaro that sat in the driveway. Could it really be mine? It was exactly what I had wanted. I looked around to make sure I was not dreaming. What I saw were the smiling faces of my mom, my dad, my brother and sister, and my wonderful grandparents. All I could do was laugh and say thank you to my family. Thank you, thank you! I kept thinking was how silly I had been to get frustrated at my mom about having to get up and see this, and how amazing she and the rest of my family were for doing this for me. I was so shocked and extremely grateful, and I loved it, and I was so excited that my thoughts were all a blur and my hands shook for an hour afterwards. I got in the glossy red driver's-side door and started the engine, loving the way it came to life. I tried to look at everything at once, but I could hardly pay attention to anything for very long. I drove around in the driveway and in my neighborhood, and everybody wanted a picture so we posed with the car about a million times. I was too happy to think about anything but my car, my family, and how I would never, ever mind getting up from the couch when my mom called again.