My hands knuckles were turning white as I gripped the steering wheel. I tried to calm my breathing a little bit because I swear I was on the verge of hyperventilating.
“Well, if you don’t pass your drivers test you’ll have to walk to work tomorrow,” instead of helping lighten the mood, my dad made it worse by pissing me off.
“Well, then I guess I just won’t show up at work.”
“Well then I guess you won’t have to take your driver 's test because I won’t let you drive,” he instantly snapped back into his normal sturn self. I always hated how he thought he could make snide remarks to me, but the second I tried to banter back, he would switch back into strict dad mode.
We pulled up to the DMV and my grip on the steering wheel grew even tighter. We went inside and registered. The lady at the desk shot me a smile, but in her eyes I could tell that she secretly hoped that I would fail
I bet she enjoys when kids fail. She probably gets happy when kids come in with tears in their eyes because they won’t be able to do donuts in the parking lot after school.
“ Okay, here is a checklist to go over. Go sit in your car and wait for the driving instructor,” she sounded like she was reading straight from a index card.
I got in my car and slumped over in my seat. “Why am I this nervous? This won’t even be hard. Just drive slow and you’ll be okay. Don’t hit the brakes to hard and look over your shoulder.” Any person walking by probably thought I was strange for talking to myself, but it
"You crashed your very first car by driving in to your dad's mustang, and you weren't even going in reverse. I honestly don't know how you got your license." I sat up in my seat so that I couldn't feel Jackson's feet coliding with the passenger seat over and over again.
"I told you dad I can't " I cried "that's because you closed your eyes Reed " Then with a witty reply I say "no the hand and the brain are not on the same page". And what I am trying to tell him that my left side was useless and there no point. "Let's try this again Reed but this time don't close your eyes". He replied , thinking this is just dumb
Of course, my first attempted drive a car was so funny. I remember the first time my mom took me, to show me how to drive. She gave me a brief explanation. She told me how to start the car, to use gas, to use break, and then she asks, “ Do you understand?” I replied “Yes.” I told her I am ready to drive. We were quiet for half a minute. Then, she changed me on driver side. I prayed. I started to drive the car. It was good for the past five minutes. I felt like I got confidence. I
Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs
The man looked at her with an almost confused look on his face before he nodded and got in the passenger seat.
My dad has always been bragging that his childhood was better then mine. Me and my dad started to argue. My dad said, “Son I don't want bragg with you but, me and my friends would bring our shotgun to school. “ the school didn’t care. “ Well I would have to call the school day before” “Oh OK” “But, the principal told us to bring our guns to his deck instead of our lockers” “Why would you bring your shotgun to school?” “So we can go hunting right after school” “Oh ,If would of brought my shotgun to school I would probably be in trouble or worst.” Then my dad said “Son have you ever done a burnout at school” “well not I know of” “ well I did one right in front of the high school offices” “did you get caught” “I wouldn't of gotting caught if
I opened the car door and stepped out. "Are you okay?" My Driver 's Education teacher asked.
Dad said "I am the man of this house and anything I say goes, so get use to it."
“I don’t want to put you out there and then you have to come off because you hurt your knee even more than before.” My dad sounded very assertive but I knew that it was for my best interest.
My dad looked at my mom first then to me. Suddenly, he started to shout, “I could care less about what everyone else thought in there. What I’m angry about is how you mother didn’t take my side!”
We asked our aunt to go inside our house and retrieve the ticket while we made our way back. Once my aunt retrieved the ticket, she drove her car towards us and quickly gave us the ticket. Having to travel back to the testing site in a silent car was one of the hardest things to do in my life. It was guaranteed that I’d be late and the thought of this both frustrated and saddened me. I did not want to cry in front of my parents or little sister because I knew that their consolation would only make me feel worse about my mistake. So instead, I just looked out the window like the actors do when they’re sad in a movie. Of course, there were times at which a tear dropped by from my eye but, I quickly hid it by pretending to yawn or tilting my head down so my parents can’t see my red
“Come on honey, Kaylee is doing great at her driving! Come on and let her take you for a drive!” My dad said confidently.
“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.
My whole life i tried living up to your expectations, graduated from high school went onto college and graduated, you and mom only really cared about money and earning respect on your names because of money, so close minded about it that you didn't realize there were a lot more ways of being remembered. Dad, I don't remember saying that to you very often is it just insane to me or you as well, sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell you how your decisions would workout in the future perhaps that might of improved the way you and mom made me and Corie’s childhood be.
Then my dad said, “We are going to stop at my friends to take a break for a little bit so that we can get some fresh air and rest.”