In Time Of A Crisis

I’ve learned the hard way who Not to call during a crisis and that would probably be my mom. I was on my way to school and had just picked up my friend. I was sixteen still driving my first car, my ’91 Honda Accord, and I had no idea what was about to come. I came up on the busiest intersection and it was hard to see for the sun was in my eyes and there were other cars making illegal turning lanes. I asked my friend to tell me if I was clear on the other side as I looked towards the left and she said yes so I began to drive. All of a sudden a huge green van came hurdling down the road swerving into my lane and hit my front end spinning the car completely around. Evidently this person though it was a tank because they just kept of driving dragging my car down the road. The first thing I did was call 911. They then tried to contact my mom who they couldn’t get ahold of, so they tried her cell. Still no answer. I hit panic mode. I then called my brother C.J. who was on his way back to Arkansas. Out of the entire crisis my brother made it there before my mom who only lived a few blocks away. To be honest, I was more glad to see my brother for he showed more panic and emotion then my mom did. When I finally got ahold of her to show up she asked me what I kept calling for because she was on the phone with my Aunt Sandy. Really? Man, I was upset. So during a crisis I always call my brother first because he will be the one there to help me no matter what.