It has been awhile since I last posted something here. Therefore, I would like to present a short story that just come up in my mind during class. I've learn something though in the writing process with the help of my teacher and the encouragement from my friends; start to write or you will cease to start. Well, basically no beginning, no end. Chillax.
I Found it on that Fateful Day.
I found it on that fateful day. We were on our way to shop some goods in the city. My sister was sleeping at my side. Her mouth was wide open, snoring soundly. My father was furious to my sister but kept quiet about it. He told us not to leave the door ajar for too long. A few flies sneaked into the car with us.
The disturbance was unbearable. My father couldn’t drive in peace. My mother tried to hit them and I was worried that one of them will go down my sister’s throat. I gather a few tissues and stuffed them in her mouth. It looked hilarious and I laughed so hard that my father threatened to left me at the roadside if I didn’t take them out. Unfortunately, she start munching the tissues in her sleep before I could so.
I searched for a plastic bag at the seat pocket in front of me. There wasn’t any. I looked for it under the seats. There wasn’t any. I asked my mother for it. She turned to me and asked what for. I said that I wanted to take out the tissues by using it. Suddenly, she shrieked and my father, upon hearing it, lost his focus on the road.
The car was drifting and sliding, leaving two slithering tire trails. The vehicles from our front and back hit their brakes. Everyone nearby came to the scene. People got out of their cars and trucks to view damages. Fortunately, no cars hit each other, but the road was blocked. The traffic was jammed for about half a kilometre.
My mother was hyperventilating. My father gave her a plastic bag from the front drawer to ease her breath. Oh, there was the plastic bag. On the other hand, my sister still sleep soundly but her mouth was closed now. I was feeling overwhelmed; I was in a roller-coaster just now!
After everything calmed down a bit, my father came out and apologized to the people involved in the accident. He said that he was sleepy, half true and half false. The people accepted the reason with some mocks and a few of them offered my father candies, coffees, and of course, advices.
An old man started to lead the road clearance since everything were okay and no one was hurt. The halted traffic started to flow again. My father pulled up at the side of the road and asked my mother what happened to her. She said that she saw my sister swallowed the tissues and freaked out.
Both of them believed that the blame was on me, but I’ve found it, the guilty one: my sister. She is the one to be blamed for everything. I was just trying to help her out when she slept with her mouth ajar. She should have listened to my father’s advice. Now, I know how dangerous it is if you left the car open for flies to wander inside.