or when the obstacles remain unharmed.
as i pulled into that parking spot, having not hit any of the cars in the row in front of us (our row was empty), i couldn't help but wonder what my 'friends' would say to me the next day when i rejoiced, singing out that after only three driving lessons, i was rather good at driving.
on the ride home, sitting in the passenger seat, i heard mocking words. "of course"s and imitations of my voice rang in my ears.
what a damn perfect end to my week off.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
