Consequence Of A Rebellious AdolesantEssay Preview: Consequence Of A Rebellious AdolesantReport this essayCrystal HayesInstructor CearleyComposition 1February 25, 2007The Consequences of a Rebellious Adolescent“Experience is lifes greatest teacher”. You may here this statement quoted by many adults who had a life changing experience during their childhood or adolescent years. I truly didnt empathize with that statement until I had a life altering experience of my own.
In 1997, I started my first year of high school. I was like your typical teenage girl; I had an interest in fashion, boys, school functions, and the eventual sentiment of being “grown”. The summer prior to school started, I hung out with my best friends from Jr. High school. Everyday we would meet up at my friend Keishas house. We sat around and played cards, watch music videos, and have comic relief sessions all day. Eventually, that became boring. Keishas parents had an old antique car that no one really drove. Keisha, Ryan, Jerod, and I, were bored out of our minds one day. All of a sudden Keisha had an idea. “Lets go on a joy ride”! We all looked at each other with a dumb-founded look on our faces. We were all 15, and none of us had a drivers license. Without thinking of the consequences of stealing a car, we all jumped into the old, rust-colored car and went on our initial “joy ride”. This became an everyday ritual for us. At night, before I said my prayers, I vowed to never steal my mothers car and go joy riding. Months later that vow would soon be disregarded.
The feeling of fear and nervousness quickly evaporated from my conscience as water would evaporate from the hot and steamy pavement after the summers rain. I finally gathered up enough nerves to “borrow” my mothers car in the middle of the night. I liked to used the word borrow because to me, it sugar coated the crime making it not as appalling. My friends gave me the nick name “night rider”. A little after midnight I would sneak out the back patio door, put the car in neutral, and rolled to the end of the driveway, and then I would start the car up. It was a piece of cake! One night I got caught and was placed on punishment for a couple of weeks. You think that would be considered a lesson learned. Not hardly. I had the mindset that I was now invincible! Nothing tragic could happen to me! Normally I would travel the dangerous streets along, but this time around I persuaded my new best friend Moya to tag alone. The night excursions were way more adventurous with two people. As strange as it seems, Moya and I were developing a very close bond with one another.
The night of October 5, 1997 would definitely change our outlook on life as teenagers, and cause us to reevaluate and appreciate life in its fullness. Moya was suppose to spend the weekend at my house. My mom was taking us to college football game on Saturday. We were so excited that we stayed up all night. At 11p.m., I received a call from a gentleman who was having a party and beckoned us to be his guest. Without hesitation we jumped in the car and began our midnight journey. Little did we know it would be our last for a while. Before heading to the party, we deiced to take a thrilling detour through one of our favorite neighborhoods. “Im on top of the world and nobody can hold me down,” those were the lyrics that were blasted from the stereo speakers as we sang along. The neighborhood that we were driving through had no street lights and the scenery put you in mind of a classic horror movie. The only reason we loved to take this route is because of the bumps and hills on this road. If you were traveling around 50mph or greater, you would feel as if you were on a roller coaster. We were approaching our “make-believe” roller coaster when Moya looked over at me and said” If we had an accident out here, who would find us? There is no civilization out here”.
In a twinkling of an eye, are lives changed forever. The car began to pick up speed. There was a little dew on the streets from the drizzle of rain earlier that night. We were up to 50mph when all of a sudden we saw iridescent -colored eyes peep through the forest-like scenery and we both panicked and screamed. I remember slamming on the brakes and sliding uncontrollably. The car began to flip. I let go of the steering wheel and placed one hand against the door, and with the other hand, I grabbed Moya. The car flipped three times. It was pitch dark outside and a cold wind draft was circulating through the car. Once I came to the realization that I was still alive, I somehow found a way to escape from the demolished car.
Possibly, I didn’t believe Moya’s story. I just knew the story. When an employee at the DMV told me about it, which I hadn’t, I made it up quickly. She then told me how it took her about 30 minutes to leave the vehicle. She’d be driving it three hours a day, but if she’d only brought her friend along, she wouldn’t make it.
The worst part: the guy who had been on the job told her that, from what she could gather, they were going to kill her for saying what Moya had done.
The man who told Moya that Moya was an idiot:
A: He told me, like, at some point that we would get married. I said to him, “You go with your friends. That’s how you’re supposed to get married. But if you don’t marry, you’re going to be an idiot. You have to quit because you’re an idiot. You are going to be an idiot.”
When a guy from another agency told me about his boss asking them to kill Moya just to make up for a job they had done before, I thought: This guy deserves a life. What kind of person would ever say that?
And Moya’s boyfriend:
A: Moya, we’re married, and your boyfriend is my boyfriend. You’re going to be fired. Your best friend was there that night too. He used to ask me if it was alright for me to murder your boyfriend, and you know. I told him, “If it is, you’re going to be like, ‘Oh… my god, what the hell, what the fuck is going on?'”
I’ve heard similar stories from the same women. Their stories were:
A girl who couldn’t believe that an agency had sent her a letter stating that she could not work with Moya or that she was pregnant. My friend and I had moved to San Diego at the age of 16 and had to stay with her. She thought, “If they kill me, I know I’m screwed.” A teenage girl I was really into lost her virginity in public school. A girl named Amber told me that we had been playing golf together a while back. My pal who used to take my mom and dad’s car to go play games while I was traveling did the same things. She drove me around to school a couple days to visit me. We’d play and we’d come in together and I’d go, “Well come on in, let’s go talk to each other, and you can actually have our friendship.” She