Don’t Willingly Allow Yourself to Be Put In a Trunk (Ill-advised essay)

Don’t Willingly Allow Yourself to Be Put In a Trunk

Pedro Robles

Bell: 2

                The date is March 7, 2014; it was a nice, quiet day at work. I picked up two shifts, one at the child center from 2-6 and a birthday party from 6-8. The birthday party was great, I received a $40 tip from the parents and they said they loved the party. I remembered that Alex told me that everyone was going over to our friend Trent’s house to watch Pokémon on Netflix. “Yeah, I’ll be there right after work”, I remember telling Alex. “Tell Trent that I’m coming so that he doesn’t think that I’m so stranger walking in through his garage door into his house.” This was the beginning to an interesting night.

                After a few hours of watching Pokémon we decided that we should do something our age and go for a drive. First off let me tell you this, there are seven people and we had one car, the car is a Hyundai Sonata, a tiny little four door that sits five people comfortably. But here’s the catch two of the people that are there are six feet tall and weigh around 200 pounds, so they take a ton of room. Trent and I are the two smallest people in the group at the moment so; we are without a doubt the two that are ending up in the trunk of the car…

                    “Trent why are we always the ones that end up in these situations? I don’t know any of our other friends that will willingly allow themselves to be put in a trunk for forty-five minutes.” I said with a tone of disappointment in my voice. I wasn’t disappointed with my friends for making us be the two that sit in the trunk; I was disappointed that I had allowed this to happen.

                Five minutes pass and Trent and I are trying to figure out the best position that two people can fit in a trunk but be comfortable at the same time. After what felt like hours passed we finally came up with a position that we both would fit in the trunk but still have our own personal space… we found a way that we both were comfortable and were an elbow width apart from each other. When you’re in the back of a Hyundai Sonata that doesn’t sound like much but when you’re taking one for the team it’s more than enough.

                We gave them the ok and they shut the door and as soon as the trunk closed we couldn’t see a thing. The trunk began to become humid within moments of the trunk closing. Trent and I instantly began to form beads of sweat on our foreheads. “Trent this is the dumbest idea we’ve ever had and we’ve had a lot of dumb ideas.” I said. “I know Pedro, this immediately went up to the top 5 dumbest things I’ve ever done and I’ve done a lot of dumb things.” Trent added. All we were able to see was the tail light lighting up red every time Alex tapped on the breaks. We were able to hear pebbles hitting the bottom of the car but most of all we could hear the bumping from the bass.

                We pulled out our cell phones to be able to see what was in the trunk or too come up with a game we could play or something we could do to pass the time. After 30 minutes had passed the trunk had become unbearable to sit in. The trunk was acting like a sona trapping in our body heat.  Interesting enough we found that Sprint’s cell service does not work in the trunk of a car, so for anyone reading this, if you have Sprint and end up in the trunk of some weird guys’ car you’re out of luck.  

                

I believe that i did well on telling the story. I could've done more with senses but I couldn't tell where I should add it.