Dangerous Night In Canada

Light flashing and the car beeping, any second now we will be stranded. Where were we? Is there anyone here? What should we do? Hope for the best? Run? Scream? Call for help? Let’s just hope that we can find someone.

I was in Canada with my mom and grandma, the three generations, for a festival. We left on Saturday; no one wanted to leave. We all had so much fun together and we didn’t want the fun to stop. Laughing and smiling, we were about to get into the car to go home.

We turned onto the main road, called Main, and headed to the United States. After a few hours, we realized it was taking awhile to get to expressway. It was getting dark, and our goal was to be out of Canada by sunset. Why aren’t we there yet?

We decided to turn back, to Stratford, to ask for help of how to get to the border. We were about a mile away from our hotel when we saw the road to turn on. We had traveled about twenty miles on the wrong road then we turned back, so that was another twenty miles. The green street sign, small and slim, was not even a foot tall. There was no way that we would be able to see that the first time we drove by it.

Relieved and calmed, we finally got on the expressway .But the worst didn’t happen yet. After an hour on the expressway, when it was pitched black, we noticed that we were almost out of gas. Then the fuel light went on and the warning sound went off. We looked for any gas station signs but everything was closed. We finally found an old town, with a dirt road, that had a gas station sign.

My mom drove down the road for about a half mile when we saw one street light and one building. Luckily, it was a gas station. We got closer; it was closed. Of course no one was around to help us. After going to several old towns, also with dirt roads, we saw a man and asked him where a gas station was. He told us where to go and all we wondered if we’d make it will our low gas.

By now I was panicking. I thought: Are we going to be stranded in Canada for the night? I was so happy I was wrong. When we got to the gas station we saw a man, a teenager actually. His gas station was closed but he directed us to the closest one in town that was open twenty-four hours a day. I saw the lights in the town where the station was once we followed his directions. We finally got gas and we would make it home. I jumped out of my seat. I almost screamed with excitement. I was amazed that we made it. We’re safe! Free! We’ll make it!