Kassem
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I live in Tulsa, OKlahoma. On my way home from school it was raining VERY hard. It was just my friend Megan who lives right next door and I. We are driving home and it starts to rain even harder. I pull onto the main street that the turn in for my neighborhood is on. I see a fire truck and police blocking the road in front because of a rather large accident. I take an early turn into my neighborhood (follow many other cars who were also doing this). I am driving 10-15 miles per hour in my 1995 Volvo 960 or something. I can hardly see out the window because it is raining so hard... but we have only gone about 100 feet into the neighborhood. All of the sudden the water gets MUCH deeper and the car in front of me along with mine stops and then dies. It wont start. I pick up my cell phone and call my dad to ask him what to do, because I had never been in a flood before. I couldnt hear him on the phone and 2 people ran up to my car because apparently the water was rising fast.. they then had to help us open the driver side door because the water was pressing against it. When we got out i noticed the car was now in the MIDDLE of the street. I got out and the water was about mid thigh. We trudged through the rising water to a suburban that was on a hill... it could HARDLY drive through the water despite its size. A woman then took us to my house which was about a half mile away.
When i got home both my parents and megans parents were yelling at us for not getting our backpacks.. and then made us WALK back to where my car was to get our things. The water had gone down significantly and the rain had slowed, but not stopped. I tried to start the car and it was a no go. Other peoples cars were all over the place. My friend just happened to be driving by and saw us, so he helped us push the car to the side of the road and then gave us a ride home. I got home and changed to some dry clothes, and my dad came home from work and got the keys. He came back about 10 minutes later. Leave it to an effin stressed Palestinian father to blame his son. He comes in my house yelling at ME.. for ruining the car. As if I asked for it to rain, as if i asked for it to flood, as if i asked for God to stop my car and kill it.
Yay for me. I am now grounded, and they took the keys to MY car. The volvo is my mothers, which they were MAKING me drive because of gas. I have a 98 Toyota 4Runner. Or.. i did, but its now been taken from me. I am not just a kid telling his side of the story... im telling you what happened. Its not one of those instances where my parents have a different story or i'm not telling EXACTLY what happened. I'm saying EXACTLY what happened.
Heh, i just needed to tell my story somewhere, and thought there would be no better place then the members lounge.
Take joy in my misfortune.
P.S. Tomorrow i graduate from highschool.
jeremy
When i got home both my parents and megans parents were yelling at us for not getting our backpacks.. and then made us WALK back to where my car was to get our things. The water had gone down significantly and the rain had slowed, but not stopped. I tried to start the car and it was a no go. Other peoples cars were all over the place. My friend just happened to be driving by and saw us, so he helped us push the car to the side of the road and then gave us a ride home. I got home and changed to some dry clothes, and my dad came home from work and got the keys. He came back about 10 minutes later. Leave it to an effin stressed Palestinian father to blame his son. He comes in my house yelling at ME.. for ruining the car. As if I asked for it to rain, as if i asked for it to flood, as if i asked for God to stop my car and kill it.
Yay for me. I am now grounded, and they took the keys to MY car. The volvo is my mothers, which they were MAKING me drive because of gas. I have a 98 Toyota 4Runner. Or.. i did, but its now been taken from me. I am not just a kid telling his side of the story... im telling you what happened. Its not one of those instances where my parents have a different story or i'm not telling EXACTLY what happened. I'm saying EXACTLY what happened.
Heh, i just needed to tell my story somewhere, and thought there would be no better place then the members lounge.
Take joy in my misfortune.
P.S. Tomorrow i graduate from highschool.
jeremy