Monday 7 September 2015

Phone Call - By Jesselle

****###Phone call###****
"Hello number one taxi company Gary speaking. How may I help you?" I say as I answer the phone.
"Hi mam sir I w-would like you to pick my friends and I up from da club and take us to get more drinks" a female voice slurs. 'Oh great another drunk group I just finished dropping a load off,' I think to myself
"Sure what's the address?" I ask kindly.
"I think it's 123 look at me? Oh no it's 123 Downey street yeah that" she answers unsure.
"Ok I'll be there in about 15 minutes!"
"Ok!" She says then hangs up
    
~~~<<<<Phone call ends>>>>~~~
I sigh it's only noon and I've already had two drunk women ring me to pick them up.  
I check my watch to see what the time was 1:35pm i jump in my taxi and drive to the ugly side of town where 4 girls wait by the bus stop, I pull up in front of them
"did you girls ring for a taxi?" I ask
"Yes thank you for picking us up!" A young girl about 18 says kindly.
"Finally - my feet are killing me in these heels, why did you take so long?" A drunk lady in her late 20's asked rudely.
"Why do you think?" I sass.
"Well it's not hard to find this place it would of only taken you like 5 minutes," she replies clearly annoyed.
"It's only noon which means people will be going out for lunch so obviously there will be heaps of traffic. You shouldn't even be intoxicated yet, and if you want to go anywhere I suggest you talk to me with respect,because it's a long way to walk to get to a liquor store, and you don't want blisters on your feet do you!" I say on the verge of bombing their not so young ears with a whole other vocabulary filled with colourful words.
"Wait why do you even need to go to the liquor store when you're at a club?" I question
"Ugh you talk too much. Stop asking us questions cause you're really p-ing  me off, just take us to get more beers!" She spits getting into my taxi
(whoa snob alert!!)


~~~<<<<15 minutes later>>>>~~~
We arrive at the liquor store. they get out and go in to buy some drinks, about ten minutes later they come back with 2 boxes each 24 bottles in each box. What the hell!! They get in and open a box straight away
"Soo where do you ladies want to go next?" I ask trying to get their attention
"Umm you can just drive around Until you see a party and then we'll go there" the snobby girl answers sculling her bottle of a strawberry lime flavoured cider
"Sure!" I say and start driving
"Hey! you wanna cider!" One of them asked
"Nah it's alright I might crash and we don't want that!" I answer even though I really want to just scull one down right now
"Oh come on loosen up nothing will happen it's only one!"she slurs shoving one in my face
"I guess one won't hurt." I shrug and open it, eyes still on the road
~~~<<6 bottles later>>~~~
"Try Te rapa road!!" They yell in unison
"Ok!" I slurr drunkenly swerving to the right lane it's like 3pm so there should be no kids around it's Saturday right?
Oh no, no,no,no,no,no it's Wednesday, a school day, kids will be finishing school and I can't seem to slow down I race down ashurst place going 100 kilometres  an hour when I see a man get out of his car then
'BOOM BANG CRASH' the body collides with my car getting thrown forward by the impact and slams into a bus full of kids. I push on the brakes but the car doesn't slow down and then all of sudden the car stops tumbles over a little girl and smashes into the bus. The last thing I see is kids flying out of their seats some already scattered on the ground covered in blood and a whole heap of glass.  
then it all goes blank as different toned screams and sirens fill the air.
Suddenly I feel a burning sensation on my ankle as heat rises getting hotter and hotter by the second,I open my mouth gasping for air but instead a whole heap of blood and oil goes down my throat making me go off guard, then I start shaking uncontrollably .
Then everything stops.  The pain fades as does the feeling of fear. I can't feel,hear or smell anything. It's not until I see my long dead great grandmother standing beside me that I realise today is the day where I will take my last breath. What a shameful legacy to leave behind.


By: Jesselle Trainor

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