The Old Saturn Vue

The Old Saturn Vue


Back in ‘05 is where many of my favorite memories and old stories come from. I was thirteen then and I spent most of my time every week with my best friends Miranda and Megan. It was common for us to stay the night at each other’s houses but one particular time has always stuck out in my mind.


As I sat in the library at my home doing school work with Megan and Miranda my mind often wandered. As I was sort of reading my much hated, at that time, English book I suddenly got this wonderful idea. “Hey guys!” I shouted, “after we finish with all this work we should ask our moms if we can have a sleep over tonight.” Megan with a smile said “We should stay at your house Miranda your mom has the best food.” With our eyes intently upon Miranda she jumped up and exclaimed “I will go and ask my mom now.” Miranda’s mom wasn’t far away because always on Thursdays Miranda, her mom, and sister and Megan, her mom, and her two sisters came over to my house to play and do school while our mothers visited in the sitting room. With Miranda in the other room talking to her mom Megan and I waited anxiously in the library for what seemed like an eternity. “You know if she says yes my sisters will have to stay the night too. Miranda‘s mom wont let her have friends over unless her sister has friends over too.” said Megan with a frown on her face. “I know” I replied, “but they usually keep to themselves.” A few moments later Miranda opened the library door and behind her were all three of our mothers. Dayna, Miranda’s mom, told us we could stay but Megan’s sister would be coming as well and since my mom had to pick up my dad that night and Megan’s mom had to work soon we would all have to cram into one car.


After our school work was finished and I had packed the things I needed and loaned a few things to Megan, since this was a last minuet sleepover, it was time to get us all into Mrs. Dayna’s car. Miranda’s parents drove a red Saturn Vue with rainbow flames on both sides. It could seat five but today it was going to have to seat seven. With our stuff in the trunk and Dayna and Megan’s sister Lauren in the front seats it was time for me, Miranda her sister Meredith, Megan and her other sister Melanie to all fit in three seats in the back. After much debating, and whining from Melanie, we decided to have Megan, Miranda, and Meredith sit in the seats and since Melanie was the smallest she could squeeze in between them and I took the task of sitting in the floorboard. It was easy for me to get into the floorboard but Miranda had a hard time trying to put her feet around me without stepping on me. She did manage to get situated and we were finally off to Miranda’s house. The ride was fairly eventful because every time Miranda’s mom even thought she saw a cop she shouted at me to duck my head and for Melanie to lean back into the chair; Mrs. Dayna was always nervous like that.


It wasn’t long before Miranda and Meredith were at each others throats. There was rarely a car ride with them that didn’t involve some sort of biting, scratching, and screaming, they always fought dirty. Mrs. Dayna began shouting at the girls to settle down but the only thing that could settle they down was when somebody wins the fight. Meredith as usual won, this time by giving Miranda a blood drawing claw to the arm. Megan and I highly regretted putting them next to each other, especially me since I was at Miranda’s feet. The rest of the ride went fairly smoothly after the fight but I was becoming quite restless. Miranda lived half an hour from my house and my feet were getting stiff. At last though the car came to a stop and it was time to escape the cage the Saturn had become. After Miranda managed to safely climb over me I realized I couldn’t stand up. They all began to laugh as I leaned back and rolled head first on to the drive way I was so tired that I stood up laughing. That was one of many rides we all had in that old Saturn and someday that car will be Meredith’s. I think the fact that Miranda and I don’t see our dear Megan anymore is what makes these memories all the more dear to our hearts.

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