I just turned sixteen and I was going to get a job so I can get a car. So I applied at like twelve different places but I never got called and I was disappointed. I wanted to have some friends to come over. My mom said just invite a lot of my friends to come over and I could have a party.
We all were around the bonfire and we were about to go eat. Then this car pulled up and my mom tells me I have to direct the cars to park. So I tried to get the car to pull up and they wouldn’t. I was getting real mad. Then the car door opened and my mom’s friend and mine that was a cop got out of the car and he said, “Move it yourself, it’s yours.” I did not know what to do. I could not believe it was mine.
My mom told me I had to get a job. So I applied at McDonalds, Zaxby’s, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, Bells, and Ingles. I never got called back I still haven’t given up because I have to for my car. No one else will take care of it for me.
I have to fix my car up how I want it. I have already had to get a brake line for it. I have to get a battery because it is dead. Then I have to fix it myself. I’m not going to get any help from my mom. Getting this car is making me take responsibility for my actions and my car.