Autobiography of a Car

By Pranay - Grade 4

Cough ! Cough ! This place is a pig sty or has someone not paid the electricity bill since it is as dark as a coal, giving me the notion that Mr. Sun has departed for the expedition.  This is not how I visioned my life to be here I am lying in a filthy attic. The memories of my youth crep into my mind. Let me take you a few years back. I took my first breath in a renowned factory called BMW. I had a residence which was as colossal as an airport. My family members were as gentle as a dove with me. One day I was shipped to a showroom of BMW I cried like an infant as I resented being separated from my family and companions. There I was befriended numerous other cars. My master used to clean me until I gleamed like a crystal. I am the most luxurious car in the world ranked 2nd in the world. One day I hit the jackpot as a dashing gentleman entered the prodigious showroom accompanied with his splendid wife. While they were browsing through the car models. The father caught a glimpse of me and bought me at the drop of a hat. I was ready to start the new journey of my life. My master’s name was Siddharth. My master treated me like his child. My master used to park me discreetly in the garage but one fateful day my master’s  impish cousin paid him  a visit, since my master wasn’t  in the house his cousin was in search for  the keys. He sprinted like a deer  towards the perplexing and gigantic garage. He commenced my engine and just then my owner stormed into the garage and snatched the keys from his notorious cousin. Till today i am with him and his family by saving time and making them reach the destination on the perfect time. Till today I love my master Siddhath alot. All other cars turned green with envy as my owner spent several hours with me.

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