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Breakdown On The Motorway
A Story By Rachel Gosling

It was the Easter Holidays, about two years ago. Me, my two sisters Hayley and Katie (Hi Hayley and Katie!!!)and my dad(hi dad!) were on our way to Skegness (Where dad lives). About five miles outta coventry, the car breaks down and the car starts filling up with smoke. We all jumped out coughing like mad and dad called my cousin Andrew(hi Andrew)and about 20 minutes later he came with loadsa water to cool down the engine. It didnt help at all...
Five minutes later, dad was on the phone to the AA and a tow truck was on its way. In the meantime, we sat in our busted car and passed the time with useless games such as "I Spy", "Funny Number Plates" and the classic "I Went To The Supermarket...". About an hour and a half later, they still hadn't arrived and we started to get hungry. So, because we'd left home with easter eggs from our friends and family, we started to scoff them. Mum had bought me one of those Squegg things, i don't know wether you remember them, but you got this weird rubix cube thing free with it and for a large part of that night i just sat on the bonnet of the car and played with it. Soon, it got very dark and me and Hayley needed the toilet. We were in the middle of nowhere and so.... yep... That is my secret shame (apart from being a take that fan when i was younger... *cringe!*). That's right! I'm very embaressed to say that i (ahem...)went to the bathroom on the side of the road! (STOP LAUGHING APRIL!!! THIS IS A VERY TRAUMATIC EVENT, YOU KNOW!!!)
Well, at about 7 o clock that night (this was about 2 hours after dad called the AA), we saw the orange lights flashing towards us and we all cheered. Halfway through the applause, the tow truck zoomed straight past us and vanished. We all yelled and made rude gestures at it, but it was already gone...
at about nine we got a call from the AA, explaining that they couldn't find our car. Dad said(finding it very hard not to curse loudly) that we hadn't moved all night and that we were all screaming and waving at the truck. After a long and stormy argument, another tow truck was sent (this time with a more intelligent driver at the wheel) and at around 10ish we were discovered. 'HURRAY!' I hear you cry. But no, it wasn't over yet. It had only just begun...
I was half asleep in the tow-truck(playing with my sad rubix cube again)when there was this loud bang and the whole truck went skidding off the road. When the truck went off the road my rubix cube (which was basically just cardboard) ripped in half. e all screamed and clung on like no tomorrow. The driver (who wasn't as intelligent as we'd thought) managed to save us from plummeting into a ditch and stopped the car. "What the hell was that?" My dad asked. The driver went out to check and my dad wound down the window and said "Everything alright, mate?" and the driver looked up and hit his head on the mirror. We all gasped and got out of the truck. He was lying at the side of the road, completly dazed. It took us a while to revive him and he told us that the front wheel had burst and he had to call another tow truck to fix it. (Please sympathise.) At around 1 in the morning, we got back in the truck and 2 hours later we were safely home. Thats right, a 2 and a half hour trip was turned into a 10 hour trip thanx to a broken-*ss engine. Is my life perfect or is my life perfect?