I wrote this short story for a writing class a few days ago. I haven't posted anything on here for a while, so I figured that I'd throw it up on here.

Joe sat upright, as if terrified. It was 8:25 AM on a Saturday and was warm outside. Joe slowly recalled that today was the first day of July. A smile slowly spread across his face. At first, he smiled simply because he felt good. After all, it was a beautiful summer day. Joe walked across his room and was greeted with an ever-increasing view of the outside. It had rained recently, and as the sun shone brightly on the large display of foliage, Joe’s smile grew even wider.

Joe’s mother, he assumed, was downstairs. No doubt she was in preparation for today’s events, which finally sprung into Joe’s mind like an advertisement; it was, finally, his 16th birthday! He had been waiting for this moment for what felt like a thousand lifetimes. His father had promised him something truly extraordinary.

“Oh my god”, said Joe slowly to himself. He could picture it now. The leather interior, it’s muted windshield obscuring stolen glances to the interior. The machine’s shiny, metallic hood was perhaps Joe’s favorite part. He could see himself touching it now. He imagined his fingers slowly working their way across its dazzling blue surface. They reach the door as he opens his eyes, finally ready.

Thunderous footsteps upon her, Joe’s mother grins with amusement. Just as Joe enters the room, the toast for his breakfast leaves the toaster and lands next to it. “Is he here yet?” quizzes Joe breathlessly. “No, not yet. Just be patient honey, it’s still early. Your father works hard, so he might not be able to get off until later on today. You’ll just have to be patient,” she says. “Just have some eggs.” As Joe grabs his eggs, his mother looks upon him. She can remember every major moment in his life. It suddenly dawns on her that her son is growing up. She remembers when she got her first car, and decides to comment.

“Joe, I want you to remember how much responsibility a car is,” she begins. Joe sighs. “Cars are dangerous, and you have to promise me you won’t be showing off to your friends. I don’t care how fast you think you can go, just keep it legal, ok honey?”

“Ok”, Joe concedes. He had heard this speech a thousand times, and was hardly prepared to endure another. As Joe finishes the last bit of his apple juice, he hears gravel churning under tires.
Joe exits his parent’s house faster then anyone had before. His jaw drops at the sight of his father navigating the zippy coupe up their long and narrow driveway. He still could not believe his parents had bought this car for him. Joe’s friends would want a ride in it, but he wasn’t sure that many of his friends were ready for the privilege.

“Here you go son,” proclaims his father as he tosses his keys to Joe. “Try to keep it under a hundred, ok? Even though it’ll do plenty more then that”, his dad notes with a wink.
“Ok dad, I’ll try.” says Joe, smiling.