Bye Bye Driving....
I was dropping Charlie off at his house today and my dad calls and says to go straight home and to drive slowly. I'm like, oh shit, they found out something I did. I thought it was the dent I found out I have on my car. I put white nail polish on it and everything. I have white paint on my tailight from the truck too. N E way, I go home and he says give me the keys and your license. I was like, ok.... why. Then he tells me I should know and if I don't then I should see the neighbors in house number 1. I was like, ok, I didnt do anything to them. I ride my bike down there and it turns out they thought I was going too fast around the corner and they told my mom I almost hit their daughter (which I didn't)so they called my parents and told them and my dad got mad and now I won't be driving for a while and he won't even talk to me. The speed limit in my community is 15mph. I couldn't have been going over 25, I would be surprised if I was going 25 because I wasn't going very fast. I told my mom that dad said to be home by 9:30 and I told him I was stopping at Sonic so I was goofing around and said I'd better hurry and I stepped on the gas but then I hit the brake to slow down. W/E. I don't feel very good. My throat hurts and I am gonna start crying again if I keep telling about my crappy day, week, w/e it is it sux. ttyl.