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Topic: Breaking the Rules (08/16/04)

TITLE: The Car Ride
By Dianna Wilson


I was returning home prematurely after spending part of the summer in rural Maryland with my cousin. I sat forlornly looking out of the window of the bus watching my cousin and aunt waving goodbye.

The summer had started out great. Shirley and I spent every Wednesday evening at the youth meeting at church. I really enjoyed it and the people I met. Sighing heavily, I sat back in my seat thinking about what had happened.

It all started when I decided that nobody went to bed at 10:00 in the summertime especially on a weekend. Besides, some of the other teenagers from the youth group hung out down at the diner until at least 12:00. I convinced Shirley to wait until Aunt Caroline and Uncle Smitty had turned the television off to sneak out and walk down to the diner. The first couple of times we had a lot of fun. We hooked up with some of the other teenagers from church and didn’t come home until around 12:30, and no one even knew we were gone.

Last Friday when we were walking up the road, a car came along and slowed up beside us. A couple of guys were leaning out the window and asked if we wanted a ride. At first we hesitated, but Shirley whispered to me that she knew one of the guys from school. The driver assured us that he was just going into town and that he would drop us off anywhere we wanted to go. I encouraged Shirley to come on and get in.

We climbed into the car squeezing between the two boys on the back seat. The driver pulled off with tires squealing before we even had a chance to sit down. “How about we go to Look Out Point,” the driver said laughing. I said, “You said you were going into town. He responded “No, we not going that way. Open one of them beers for me, Bobby.” He turned the beer up to his month as he took the road opposite town. I looked at Shirley, and her faced looked pinched and scarred. My stomach turned over, and my breath felt as if it were caught in my throat, but I tried to sound confident, as I demanded they take us back because our friends were waiting for us. “Or you will what” the boy on the other side of the driver laughed. I tensed and looked around. The boy in the back by the window was quiet and not saying anything. He glanced at us, shook his head and continued looking out the window. It was the boy that Shirley said she knew from school. The other guy in the back was trying to put his hand up Shirley’s skirt. With a trembling voice, Shirley burst out “stop it,” as she shoved his hand away. “I want to get out. Let me out.” Tears were rolling down her face now.

At that moment I felt totally defenseless, I didn’t know what to do. Out of the blue, verses I had heard last week in church started rolling through my mind. I could only remember parts, “God is love,” “Men ought always to pray and not to faint;” “Ask and it shall be given unto you.” I began to pray silently and desperately asking God to please help us. I told him how stupid I had been. Before I was finish praying, the guy by the window turned around and said in a disgusted voice, “Man turn the car around and take these broads back to the diner.” He looked in the driver’s mirror at the boy who had made the comment, and then said in a surly tone that he was only kidding and swung the car around. He pulled in front of the diner and said “get out cry babies.” Shirley and I jumped out of the car with relief and went straight home. When we got home, Aunt Caroline was standing on the porch looking anxious. “Where have you been?” Shirley broke down and told her what happened.

I felt foolish but yet at the same time so much wiser. As I reflected on the way home, I hoped that I had not ruined my chance to come back next summer. I wanted more than ever to continue with the youth bible class.

Dianna Wilson
Word count 739

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Melanie Kerr 08/23/04
Sometimes it is only when we are faced with the consequences of breaking the rules that we realise why they were put there. Good story.
darlene hight08/23/04
This is a great story and a great example of the power of prayer!
Donna Haug08/23/04
Good story. One spelling mistake: "her faced looked pinched and scarred." Should be scared. Other then that, great stuff.
L.M. Lee08/23/04
You are fortunate that your story turned out well. I've known young women doing the exact same thing that ended up raped.
Marina Rojas08/23/04
This was good. The whole sense of fear was there right along with your reader the whole time.
Phyllis Inniss08/26/04
Thank God for the power of prayer. The experience was really frightening. God bless.