Not So Wicked.

Not So Wicked By: Zoe Rabinowitz

Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter.

 

“Mom why does it have to rain today?” I asked while staring out the window watching my dog run like a maniac in my backyard.

 

“I don’t know Zoe, but at least we will be inside.” said my mom. I was eating breakfast and my family was getting ready to see Wicked on Broadway with my Grandma who I call Nana. I was stoked. 

 

“Can we go now?!” I asked impatiently

 

“We are leaving soon Zoe be patient, your dad will be done getting ready soon.” exclaimed my mom. 

 

“HURRY UP DAD” I screamed.

 

“I’m trying.” my dad answered. I could tell that he was annoyed. Thump Thump Thump went my dad down the stairs, my dad was finally done getting ready.

 

“Everybody run to the car!” my dad said. SLAM went the car door behind me. I was wet, cold, and eager to get on the road. I did not want to be late to Wicked.”

 

“And we’re off.” said my dad. Squeak squeak went the wincha wipers. Now it was pouring.      

 

“Oh no I forgot to put new batteries in our dog camera and I think I left the stove on, we should go back home.” said my mom nervously.

 

“We’re fine.” said my dad.

 

“Turn the car around.” said my mom.

 

“We are fine.” said my dad.

 

“Oh my God.” I said in shock. Fox meadow road was closed because of the flood. Whish water slashed our car. We had just gotten on the Bronx River Parkway and the river was overflowing and creating huge puddles of water big enough to be lakes. 

 

“Dad, I don’t think you should go under that bridge.” I said.

 

“We’re fine, all the cars in front of us are going,” said my dad.

 

“Okay.” I said. Spoosh water hit our car, but we made it through. Hallelujah I thought to myself. We were approaching another bridge. HOOONNNNNKKKK went my dad’s horn. All the cars in front of us were going very slowly through the water. 

 

“Eric I think the are going slowly because the water is slowing them down.” said my mother nervously. 

 

“We will be fine.” said my dad. Slowly he started going towards the bridge. By now we were about ten feet away. I was nervous. We went slowly under the bridge then…

 

Whoosh a big wave of water came crashing through. Our car jerked and stopped, Vroom, my dad tried to turn it back on. It started for a second, then went dead.

 

“Oh my god.” said my dad. Just then my little sister Mia started crying.

 

“I’m scared.” she said.

 

“We will be fine, your mom is on the phone with 911 and your dad is on the phone with the BMW emergency number.” said my Nana. Then my dad opened the windows just in case we had to climb out. We couldn’t open the doors because the water was right below our windows and it is almost impossible to open a car door that is surrounded by water. 

 

“The water is rising!” I screamed as another big wave came crashing in.

 

“I’m climbing out the window, Zoe I will carry you first so Mia has someone to wait with.” Just like that me and my dad climbed out the windows. 

 

“Thank you dad.” I whispered in my dad’s ear. Then my dad gave me all of his electronics and went to go get Mia. By now my dad was soaked up to his chest and Mia was crying hard. When they had walked to me my dad put my sister down but she begged him not to go help my mom and Nana because she was scared. My dad went anyway and I tried to calm her down when he came back with mom nana we were relieved. The man next to us had also gotten out of his car.

 

Wheoo Wheoo went the sirens of a police car. “Has everyone gotten out of their car?” asked the policeman.

 

“Yes.” we replied.

 

“Good, do you guys need a ride home?” said the policeman.

 

“Yes we do, but how many people can you fit in your car?” asked my mom.

 

“Two adults and two children, if you are willing to have a child on your lap.” said the policeman. 

 

 “I will stay back and get an uber.” said my dad. Just like that, we were in a police car driving home. There were three police two were men and one was a woman. They even put on the siren for us. It was awesome.

 

Maybe my mom getting worried was a sign for us to go home but we ignored it. Maybe we should have turned back when we saw the flooding water. We probably should have listened to those signs but it does not matter now because we are all okay. We’re wet, but okay.

 

2 Responses

  1. clee27 at |

    Zoe, I loved how clever your title was, and the onomatopoeia that you used to help the reader picture the story!

    Reply
  2. cwu27 at |

    I also watched Wicked on Broadway. I also loved you title.

    Reply

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