The new calendar year may not have come with the end of the world, but it may as well have for my sister. New Year's Eve was a disaster.
The evening began with Madison asking to borrow the car, which was recently fixed up from its bumper damage from a couple weeks ago. She said she needed it for her and her friends to go out to a New Year's Eve party. Not having any particular social need to celebrate the chance of the calendar year, I decided to stay home and view the international commotion on the television.
This all made for a rather pleasant evening. I cooked some risotto at home, watched the ceremony called the Ball Drop, then went to sleep.
Then, I got the call around 2:00 in the morning, that Madison was involved in a car accident. She and her friends had been at a New Year's Eve party where they had been consuming alcohol. My sister knows better and refused to drink, but she should have come straight home. On her way home, she said she was having too much fun and was distracted by her friend, and she ran the car into a tree.
I can only be glad that Madison is all right, as are the rest of the friends that were with her, though I am forbidding her to associate with such people. I am most disappointed in Douglas. He had volunteered to look after my sister for me, so he was the one that called, but I thought he would be able to stop her before then. The boyfriend that my sister has been seeing was apparently at the party, but he was not involved in the accident.
My sister was scared enough by the incident, I do not see the need to ground her, but she is going to have to get some kind of after-school job in order to pay for the car. It is undrivable. This means I will have to come up with some other mode of transportation until I can find a suitable replacement.
I must say, I am surprised to say how little anger I feel at the situation my sister got herself into. I am more relieved, happy even to know that she is alive and safe. I find these human emotions confusing sometimes.
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