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There was that memorable sound of clicking. So fast.
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
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Ok i'm just brain dead at the moment. Good story, glad you survived
What's confusing?!! I know the way I write hardly ever makes sense.. But what don't you understand?
Yes I was the teen.. !
Yes I was the teen.. !
Even more confusing???
You were the teenager?
If you answer that then all the other questions will be answered...
You were the teenager?
If you answer that then all the other questions will be answered...
Mr. No shoes wrote:
> I don't quite get that, was that a story from somewhere else and did
> the teenager hit the tree and die?
Yes, the teenager did hit the tree and yes I'm still alive.
Some things you just NEED to get out!!
> I don't quite get that, was that a story from somewhere else and did
> the teenager hit the tree and die?
Yes, the teenager did hit the tree and yes I'm still alive.
Some things you just NEED to get out!!
Unusual.
The question at the end confused me a little.... Still, enjoyable in a confusing/unusual kind of way :)
The question at the end confused me a little.... Still, enjoyable in a confusing/unusual kind of way :)
I see, thx
My brain doesn't work as well at night, probably lack of sleep. I'll wake up in the morning feeling like I got hit by a train and being embarresed for being such nimrod....
P.S.
My brain doesn't work as well at night, probably lack of sleep. I'll wake up in the morning feeling like I got hit by a train and being embarresed for being such nimrod....
P.S.
She made it up...
It's a story.
It's a story.
I don't quite get that, was that a story from somewhere else and did the teenager hit the tree and die?
Mr. No shoes
Mr. No shoes
I thought this was going to be a tribute to me.
I was disappointed.
I was disappointed.
There was that memorable sound of clicking. So fast.
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
Click, click, click, click, click, click. So hard to say out loud.
It was the sound of the broken indicator. How was I supposed to know it was broken?! I always thought that if indicators on cars click really fast, they're not working. But being the lazy person I am, I wouldn't know unless I looked. But I didn't.
Look left. Look right. Left. Avoid other cars, wait for them to pass by and leave a gap for me to pull out. Avoid people. Concentrate.
50mph was fast. I never realised how fast until you're actually in the driver's seat. 50mph was a choice, but didn't want to attract attention by going too slow or too fast. 50 seemed just fine. For them, not us.
The small journey to the garage was fine. Almost perfect. Full of tension, obviously, seeing as it was my first time driving alone in the driver's seat without an instructor. Just a friend sitting in the passenger seat excitedly.
The walk to the garage shop door was numbing. Legs felt like jelly. Face was hot.
"Forty Lambert and Butler, please." That felt good. Just turning 16 and being able to get served for cigarettes without having to worry about handing over your fake ID and them finding out it's not real. All worries.
I was always the one made to get them for everyone else. That's all this journey was for. Fags! Damnit.
She offered to drive back. But I got selfish and refused her. What if she crashed the car? That wouldn't be nice.
Look left, right, left, right. The road was empty apart from the car that had just shot past at such speed, heading the way we were.
This car was an automatic. Easy to drive. Of course, using gears take up too much brainpower, surely. Gears confused me then, so much movement and fidgeting. Just isn't necessary.
As we pulled out of the garage and onto the main road, I let out a huge sigh of relief, thinking the small journey was already over. Yet we still had half a mile to go. Just up this road and turn left then we're safe. All done. Half way there.
"Dani, there's a car right behind us!" she screamed.
That was pretty much when the panic kicked in. Everything from then on was so clear and usually I thought it was the other way around. When you panic and get nervous, I thought memories of certain events became a complete blur.
The mirror seems to lie. To me. Looking in that mirror made that car seem so close. "Right up my ar$e". Yet when I had a quick look, he was just a little further back.
But somehow, confusion took over and thought the car was closer than it was.
60mph was just fine.
The turning is near, I can see 'the' tree. Better slow down.
It's amazing how quick everything seems to go when you're feeling mixed emotions all at once.
And it's amazing how the burning sensation in your lungs feel after hitting a tree head on at 60mph.
It's amazing how stupid a person can be. How stupid one 16 year old can be.
It's amazing how you can make a decision within a minute and decide that everything will be fine.
It's amazing how you can have the guts to take a car and do that.
And it's amazing how going to the garage just for cigarettes makes you feel. Then looking at the aftermath.
If I knew then what I know now, my life would be amazing!! But then everything would be too easy, I suppose.
Are you amazing?!
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