I realize that I am way off on this 30 day photo challenge so I just decided to stop. It's not interesting to me and it's just not an exciting thing. I'm too busy to make a new post everyday anyway. I'm stuck on what to talk about in this post so I'm just going to tell a story.
I am sixteen but I only have my permit so I still have to ride with my parents. I still drive every chance I get though. I usually drive with my step mom (basically mom) in her jeep liberty because that's the car I will be driving when I do get my license. My dad has a 5 speed, I do not have the gift of knowledge to drive one. He jokes constantly about when I will learn to drive it.
So, one day Melissa let me drive when we were going to my karate and my brothers wrestling. It's later in the day so by the time my karate is over it's dark and Mitchell's practice is still going on. Melissa(step mom) let me drive to the wrestling and it being dark my lights should be on. The lights are one of those things I will just never remember. I was driving through the square of Dahlonega, it's a pretty lighted place so I could see the roads perfectly fine. It didn't occur to Melissa or me that they were off until we see police lights behind us. I immediately started crying! I did the most terrible job I could have done of pulling over on the side of the road. The police came to the window, I had tears in my eyes, permit in hand and I had no idea what I was doing. Melissa was telling me what to do. "Give him your permit, honey." I handed him my whole wallet. She chuckled and said "You have to take it out of your wallet." I did as she said, still crying. I felt so embarrassed and scared. After he took both our ID's and did whatever police do when they take your license and came back he told me it was ok and not to cry. He was really nice about it. I told Melissa I'm going to need a checklist of stuff I'm suppose to do in the car before I start driving day and night.
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