My dream.
Okay, so I'm in an outdoor office next to my driveway in the lawn. (you guys should know where that is.) I'm on the computer when my dad pulls up in his car and tells me "Jump in". I climb in and he takes me to the end of the driveway (away from the house). There, is the Chugger, which only people from BBP2k4 would remember. (The Chugger is a top-less, three-wheeled dumptruck.) My dad tells me tells me to get in it do something, but I wasn't paying attention. Now, intead of what's usually the road I live on, there is a long, windy (not with the wind, but the zig-zagging), downhill street with lots of cars. The chugger is facing uphill, but then I start to roll downhill backwards. For some strange reason, I have big, clumsy glasses on that block my vision because they're bouncing all over the place and my hair is in my face, too. As I was speeding down, I had to avoid running into cars, except I was getting confused with which way to turn the steering wheel to go the way I want, so I was all over the place. I was feeling pretty good that I hadn't run into anything yet, until I saw that the road was on a cliff with no railings (of course). The cliff was only 30-40 feet high, and at the bottom was grass and college buildings, but I knew falling from it meant death. So what do I do? I fall. As I fell, I spun around like a top, and landed safely. I had a few bruises and scratches, but felt fine and walked up the paved trail to the road. As I walked, I saw my dad walking down.
Ben: "Um, that didn't go so well."
Don: "I know."
Ben: "I guess I failed my first driving test."
Don: "Yup."
We heard a siren, and a police car stopped next to us.
Police: "Okay, give me your licence"
Don: "He drove"
Ben: "I don't even
have a licence!"
Police: "Then I'll take yours"
My dad pulls out his licence, which the police takes, puts in his pocket, and grabs a fake one and gives it to Don. The licence has a huge bite mark out of it. He takes another one out and gives it to me. This one has three bullet holes in it.
Police: "Okay then."
He leaves. We start walking back up to the end of our driveway where we started.
Don: "What went wrong?"
Ben: "Uhh, what was I supposed to do again?"
Don: "You were supposed to stop the Chugger right here" (where we started)
Ben: "Oh... I can't beleive I got three strikes on my first try" (That's what I took the three bullet holes as)
Don: "Yeah, that's life."
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