Driving

So as scary as the thought of me driving is, it is true. Although my driving has not left the church parking lot yet. It still counts. I am driving people. Me and my mom have come to the conclusion that I am not ready for the open rode.My story starts yesterday morning, you see I had no makeup on, my hair was up in a sloppy ponytail and I was re-wearing an outfit from early on that week. (It was laundry day.) Anyway, I asked my mom if I could go to the church and go around in circles and practice parking. She said sure, because this was before we concluded that I was NOT ready for the open rode. So we arrived at the parking lot and me and my mom switched seats, I went fast because I was a no makeup freak at the moment. I put my seat belt on and I went in reverse where I hit "the imaginary truck that was behind me," my mom said. But that was okay because I am still learning, as I turned around the corner there was a certain boy in whom I like, shoveling the fresh snow that had fallen that night. I sorta freaked out. I turned the car as fast as I could!! My mom was yelling "Brake Brake Brake!!!" I think the best part of my story was that night at the movies where I told said boy my story. He laughed and said "For a second there I thought you saw me playing lightsaber with the shovel!!!" I laughed because it turned out he probably looked more stupid than I did. Oh, another thing. He totally saw the car swing away from him a sped away... "What the crap...?"