This was a humorous writing assignment from grade 8 in which I attempt to make fun of my mother's car, an eggy little Geo Metro.

"Putt, putt, sputter!" Oh, don't mind that, I'm just trying to reach a speed of more than five kilometers per hour.
Well, I guess you would like to know a bit about me. My name is "peanut pusher" or at least that's what the daughter of the person who drives me has nicknamed me.
I'm a small, white Geo Metro. I'm probably the least aerodynamic car ever created, since I have a shape that greatly resembles an egg. I'm what you would call a "compact car" although most people over three feet tall would find me just a little too compact.
Many peope say that I belong on a go-kart track, since I'm slow and small. The truth of the matter is that I can actually reach high speeds. It can be a challenge, especially if the air conditioning, radio, or any other part of me is on. People say that once I try to reach a speed of more than 60 kilometers per hour, I sound like an airplane trying to take off. I suppose I'm more of an about-town car.
Another challenge for me is going up hills. No matter the size of the hill, it is trouble for me. The worst time to go up hills is in the summer when the air conditioning is on. To go up hills in the summer, my driver actually has to turn off the air-conditioning, since my engine is too small.
Life as a Geo Metro isn't always easy. I'm often subject to many jokes, like of the popular TV show The Simpsons, "It can't go any faster, it's a geo!" or even in everyday life. Children of people who own Geos like myself often make fun of us. I suppose that they wanted their parents to get a faster, more spacious, and more sporty car, not a little eggy like myself.
I'm a very economical car, and when teenagers hear the world economical in reference to a car, they shudder. The average teen wants something sporty in a car. Usually, a sleek, silver convertable with a good stereo system works. Then they see their parents driving home in a not so sleek, not so sporty, not to silver Geo Metro. I'm basically the opposite of any teen's dream car. Well, that is until it comes time for that teen to learn to drive. Then I become the perfect car. Below is a typical teenager begging for the use of me for the day:
Teenager: Mom, can I borrow the peanut pusher...umm, I mean the Geo Metro?
Parent: I thought you hated that car?
Teenager: Of course not mommykins, I love the Geo!
Parent: I'll give you the keys if you clean your room.
Teenager: Ummm...ugh...a...ok, I guess.
Parent: Well, I guess you can, just don't ruin the car. Teenager: Thank you mommy dearest.
As you can see, having a Geo around can really come in handy. The parent got the kid to clean her room and the kid got the car for the rest of the day.
We Geos are great cars! I would really suggest adopting one of us, we're small and slow, but we're still cute!