First Draft Essays - Transport, Luxury Vehicles, Car Classifications

First Draft When I was a child around the age of twelve, my dad got me a limousine to drive my friends and I around Downtown Dallas for my thirteenth birthday. It all started with the idea of one of my sixth grade classmates getting a limousine and a huge birthday bash for her birthday. At the time I wanted to be like her. I wanted to attract the friends she did so when it was time for my day my parents asked " So what do you want for your birthday Cari ?" I remember I struggled to give them a response because I didn't know what my mom would say but I whispered, " A limousine". Growing up I was always a daddy's girl so he automatically said yes. My mother on the other hand, "OH NO! You are only twelve years old, in our culture you get limousines for your Quincenera or your wedding day Carolyn, not your thirteenth birthday!" When my mom said that I started crying and ran to my room. I was so sad at the fact that the only thing I wanted was a limousine to be wit h my friends and that was not going to happen. My parents continued to ask the same question for the next few weeks and I gave the same r esponse. It's not my proudest moment but I think because of how consistent I was with getting my limousine my dad finally gave in. For the next few weeks we continued to call different limousine companies to find the best deal for my day. After a whole week of looking, just two days before my birthday we found a limousine who gave us a reasonable price of $280 for three hours. I was so excited and called all of my friends and invited them to my party. The day of my party finally arrived, it was a Friday and we were going to go to the Texas Skatium on Rowlett Road in Garland, Texas until 11 pm, and the limousine was going to pick us up from there and take us around the city and then home for a sleepover. At the time, I had brown hair with blonde, purple, blue and green highlights. I wore a blue Hollister shirt, with a blue and black stripped tank top, jean shorts and my checkered high top vans. We got to the rink and started skating, hung out with all of my girlfriends and had a blast the whole night. It finally reached the end of the night and we were to go outside and wait for our rides. The limousine arrived and I remembered my friends and I screamed and jumped of excitement, " Its here! Its here!" Everyone at the rink were in shock at the sight of a limousine, we rode in style. People I didn't even know were saying "Can we go with y'all ?" and we'd all say "NO!". We walked to the limousine and one by one started to get in and waived goodbye to everyone and drove away. The limousine was beautiful, every teenagers dream. It was a white, Ford make, 10 passenger limo . The inside were tan leather seats to the left and to the right were counters of class, an ice machine, champagne glasses and sodas. As soon as the fun started the limousine driver says he had to take us home because he double booked us with a quincenera as well. I called my dad and told him what the driver said and he was so angry because we paid our money's worth. So the driver agreed to drive us around downtown for 30 more minutes then take us home. As disappointed as we were I made sure to enjoy the last few moments I had in my dream come true limousine party with my friends. When we got home, I asked the limo driver to take a picture of all of my friends and I together and thanked him. He gave me back the money for the other hour we paid for and apologized for the inconvenience but wished me a happy birthday. We went inside and put