The following story is written by a student in Kandi Martin’s fifth-grade class at Lapel Elementary School. “Students were to choose an object(s) from home and write a fiction piece about them in quarantine for some disease, “ Martin said. “Some chose the obvious, COVID-19, others chose to create a disease of their own.”Marie was a simple girl and she was 12, not different from us.

By Skylar Danner

The object I chose to use was a Hot Wheels car. My story is about how I got Broken Car Syndrome.

It all started on a beautiful sunny day in Las Vegas. I am a beautiful blue Camaro. I’m just a silly car trying to live the best life in a big city. I’ve been alive for 3 years now, and I’ve seen some beautiful sights living here.

It all started when I was getting ready to take my owner down to Elvis Presley’s concert when suddenly I started feeling ill. All my lights shut off, and my check engine light came on. I made my owner very upset, but I didn’t know what was wrong.

I tried to make it a little further down the road and then my wheels fell off, I started leaking oil everywhere, and I completely shut down. Finally, the towing company came and got me.

They took me to the car garage overnight until they got a chance to figure out what was wrong with me. Each minute I was feeling worse and worse.

When they finally got a chance to check me out they had to completely tear me apart to figure out the problem.

They told my owner they couldn’t fix me, but he refused to give up. They said it was going to cost a million dollars just to make an attempt to fix what was wrong with me. I could feel my engine getting super hot, and I just hoped they could figure out the problem before I blew up.

They began checking to see if my oil was low, but soon came to the realization that wasn’t it. They tried replacing almost all of my parts, but still couldn’t seem to figure out what was wrong with me.

After two days of constant sickness and the stress being put on the mechanics, they had a good feeling they couldn’t fix me. They did all the possible research and then came to the realization that I HAVE BROKEN CAR SYNDROME.

The mechanics were so relieved they finally came up with the problem, they now just had to figure out if there was a way to fix it.

A few more days passed by, and they finally got a plan together. After another week of thinking, they put together a magical engine that made me live forever. I was so happy, and I have never felt better.

I’m thankful that mechanics are so good at their job.