A Good Day?

This is my first story that I wrote seriously, so if you good please give me some good constructive criticism I would greatly appreciated it. This will help me determine if I should continue with this strory by making it a 'book' per say. Also if I should write more stories. Thank you for you help = ]

Speeding Ticket

BANG, BANG, BANG “Wake up Allison!” says Zoe.

“Ugh, go away!” I reply.

Zoe enters the room, “Come on get up, we have lots to do today!” she excitedly leaves my room. Zoe is my sister she's six years old. I love her to death, but she can be a big pain sometimes.

Its Sunday morning and Sundays are the busiest day out of the whole week for me. I reluctantly get out of bed and get dressed. I open my blinds to see a beautiful sunrise, it says hello to me and I silently say good morning to the sun and world, feeling that today will be a good day. I head on downstairs. Everyone is up and in motion, except for my dad, and brother. My baby sister is eating and giggling as usual, and my mother is sipping on her mug of coffee. If you can’t tell already I have a pretty big family.

“Good morning” she says to me.

“Morning, how did you sleep.” I ask.

“Well” she replies, “are you and Zoe heading out to church?”

“Yep, we sure are.”

Zoe goes to mom and gives her a hug along with a goodbye as do I.

“Have fun” our mom tells us.

I get my coat from the closet, put on my shoes, and we're out the door.

Zoe loves to go to church, mostly because they sing a lot, rather than lecture. She loves to sing. Although it isn't my favorite thing in the world I remain content. The sermon was good, the priest talked about how family is important, and everyone needs to be a team, help each other out to be a stable and loving family, and how the lord is there to help us. After church we go to the bagel shop to buy bagels for breakfast, or lunch rather.

“We should go shopping.” Zoe says.

“We'll see” I say, “If you're on your best behavior I'll consider it.”

“Okay! I'll be very, very good!” she says with confidence.

We get to the bagel shop; Zoe is behaving well and is holding my hand. We get to the counter and the woman seemed very unhappy. With either her job, or something more personal I assume. Although she is somewhat rude I remain kind.

“What do want?” questions the woman with rudeness in her voice. I look at her name tag; her names Rachel.

“Rachel, I'll have the bagel pack.”

“What kind of cream cheese?” she says in a monotone voice.

“Plain and honey walnut.” I reply. I go on to tell what kind of bagels, pay and then leave. Once in the car Zoe asks, “So was I good enough?”

“Oh yes, the best I've ever seen you be!” I tease.

“Yay! So can we go to Wal Mart?” she asks, awaiting my answer eagerly. I wait a minute or so before I respond.

“Okay sure!”

“Yay!” she says excitedly.

I don't know why she gets so ecstatic to go shopping; perhaps it’s because of the age she's at, who knows. We go to Wal Mart and as usual she asks me to buy her some little trinket. Because I'm a sucker to her puppy dog face and I buy her the toy.

We were on our way home, I didn't realize it but I was speeding. I heard the sirens, looked up in my rear view mirror and saw the flashing lights. I looked at my speedometer, and there it was I was speeding. I pulled over to the right, put the car in park, and rolled down the window. The officer pulls up behind me.

“What’s going on?” Zoe asked.

“I was speeding, which is bad so this cop is going to give me a ticket, but no talking when he comes over, ok?”

“Oh ok.”

I see the officer walking up to my car, he looks like a bitter old man, he has gray hair and also has that tough cop look, wearing sunglasses and his hands on his belt. He approaches my window and says, “Ma'am, do you realize that you were speeding. You were going 60 in a 45?”

“I'm sorry officer I didn't notice how fast I was going.” I reply.

“License and registration please.”

I hand over the paper and ID.

“I'll be back” he replies.

Although this is my first time being pulled over, I'm not at all nervous or phased by this or the cop. Typically I hear that people get extremely nervous, and what not. I will probably just get a warning I think. I see the cop on his way back to my car.

“I'm going to have to give you a ticket ma'am.” he states. He goes over standard expectations, and due dates in a monotone voice, I can tell that he has done this many times. Although he's using his melancholy voice, I can tell that he is pleased that he caught me speeding, because he has either reached his quota for the month or is closer to it than he was ten minutes ago. I'm kind of shocked that he gave me a ticket; I was only prepared for a stern warning and never let it happen again speech.

“Have a good day ma'am” he says interrupting my thoughts.

“Same to you” I reply. I turn on my blinker and merge back into traffic. Zoe and I are silent the rest of the way home, while she plays with her new toy, and I think wow my first encounter with some kind of local authority and I get a stupid hundred dollar ticket. Just great. I wonder how my parents will react. I think back to earlier this morning, and when I was thinking that today will be a good day. I silently laugh, hoping nothing else bad will happen.