Writer's Block: Close Call
So I like to sit under this tree after school while waiting for my dad to pick me up. Or I used to, I guess. It is a very shady tree and a very convenient one. Why convenient? It's on the grassy area between parked cars. In the senior parking lot. So I'm sitting there minding my own business, reading, when all of a sudden I see something over the top of my book. I get up a scramble away really quick, because I'm weird and flinchy like that. When I really look, I see that some moron has backed his ugly black pickup truck way too far...and that if I hadn't moved, he'd probably have smashed my face in. Lovely. And people wonder why I don't like guys.