We were running behind time. The traffic would have already built up. My alarm didn’t go off (or I just slept through it). I was the one who wanted to go but Dad had to drive me. But the most devastating event happened. We couldn’t get past the train tracks and we were first in line. A vein was popping out from Dad’s forehead and he was grinding his teeth. I was also cross. I was so cross that I was thinking of skipping over the tracks. But dad must’ve known what I was thinking of doing because he locked the door.