Narrative Introduction

“Zach?” “Wake up you need to get ready, we will be in the car”. “Ugh” I thought to myself as I dragged myself up out of my warm bed. This is the only day I don’t want to see her. “I have to” I kept telling myself, if I don’t I’ll never get over it. By this time I was heading down the hall which seemed so long with its tiled floor and white walls, seems like I was walking to a death sentence, I sure felt like it. Today would be the first day I would see her family in almost a month. By now my nerves were so rattled that my palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. I walk outside eating a piece of toast that was on the counter, probably old but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care or feel anything today. I get in my car its cold just like everything else today. I knew this but sat right against the cold leather seats and just sat there. My eyes were welling up with tears. “Not now” I said to myself “Not yet”. I started my car it finally turned over after a few tries. “Piece of crap Toyota” I said out loud. I started driving out of the driveway, that’s when it happened. That’s when I saw it.

Zach