Jul 31, 2004 00:52
I was fast asleep and my phone rang pulling me out of yet another weird dream. So I was driving one of my three cars. And the hood pops up while I’m driving. The boy I like is in the front seat and my little brother is in the backseat. I pull off the very busy expressway and onto a country road, and into a bar parking lot. I slam my hood. I see another car of mine at the bar, and I’m confused about who drove it there. I knew it would be totaled when the drunk driver got into an accident. It doesn’t seem to bother me, except that I messed up the hood of the car I was driving. It’s okay though I think because I still have my bright red 2004 VW Jetta. I turn back and drive back to church, with my brother and the boy I like. Upon getting there, I find out my mom also was in an accident because her car’s hood popped up and she couldn’t see. I was concerned. Then I see my Jetta in the church parking lot, It’s burnt up. My brothers were launching fireworks from the fourth and one got stuck in my hood without ever depinating. When my brother went to jump my car, it exploded. I’m frustrated, because all my cars have been ruined. I find out my dad was working on all the cars at once and didn’t actually latched the hoods when he closed them. I just want to cry, and I take the boy that I like by the arm and we go to a fire pit. I put my head on his shoulder and begin to cry. I realize I’m actually dating him. He doesn’t really care that I’m having car issues. He just wants me to stop crying. I realize he doesn’t love me. I never find out if mom is okay.