Ever since I was 5 years old, I always had the same interest as my dad to one day ride a tricked-out motorcycle but despite my mom's concern of seeing me riding such a metal death trap and her annoyance of hearing a loud rumbling noise that normally came out on both motorcycle with bad motor like a tractor or the tricked-out ones so sadly, my dad was forced to purchase the ordinary ones just to avoid getting both of us into trouble with Mom. And the first time we received it, my dad could already learn how to ride it in just a few days while I had to wait wirelessly for the next eight years but it was worth it once I was finally be able to even though my mom still disagreed since she'd suggested that I should start riding it at the age of 15 but my dad was the kind of person who liked to rush things up a little bit so that I wouldn't be confused in the future and that was when the moment of nostalgia came to me after attending every lesson that my dad gave to me during my 8th period and even more so when I told my friends about it, mostly the guys that I hangout with the most and their reaction was like "Ah show off," or maybe even "hey all seemed pretty jealous of me since none of them were allowed to by their parents until they turned 15.
The accident that got me into this messed up shit in the first place necessarily took timing just a few weeks before Christmas began, that's when my school had already set for the holiday and that also goes the same to my parents but as sad but mostly as enjoyable as it was to hear that my sister would still be in a therapy for a couple more weeks. On Saturday afternoon, just as my sister ride to the therapy has arrived since my mom couldn't cause she's quite busy with her chores at home, I was sitting on the living room coach, tapping my phone meanwhile my dad's been hiding in our bedroom upstairs for the past thirty minutes or so because my sister liked him more than mom so whenever me and my dad made personal plans together, she would always come and just kept causing trouble around other kids that she didn't know since she commonly liked to react violently on stranger, even kids that she didn't know until not only did we get a lot of complain from their parents, but we also had to dash very sooner that what we had scheduled for so my sister won't cause anymore trouble among those other poor kids.
Anyway, as I sneakily watched my mom as she led my sister to our front yard for her bag inspection at the same time I was starting to lower my phone down before it had dropped down completely onto the couch. For a moment there as my sis's ride has already disappeared from my sights, meaning that she had left already before I immediately alerted my dad.
"Okay dad, she's gone! You can come down now,"
it took awhile to get him to respond but after the third call, I could hear his footsteps stomping down the stairs before walking over to me once he'd finally descended to the first floor and started spilling out everything: 'You know son-'
I -- not even letting him finished his full sentence -- had already responded back very quick ..with a brief word of 'No!'
Dad closed his eyes and his ...as he chuckled,
my heart was slightly tickled on the inside just as my straght lips slowly formed a sort-of sinister smile since I thought that that was pretty funny, too.
He was about to startDad : "-since you've been doing well on these past couple of months, h-how would you like to improve your dri-ving skill a little bit, maybe you'll drive me to your school and then back home again? Come on, what do you say?"
Me : "uhhh..."Having gone through some tough decision till my mind was in a daydream stage. But eventually I responded back nervously. "S-sure dad," at the same time my little smile on my lips quickly changed back to a straight face after thinking if I pos-sibly passed this test, which I will by the way, I will no longer had to ask my mom or dad whenever I needed a pickup anymore and maybe show it off to all of my friends (except for Maderine) the first day at school so as I f. 'Sure dad,' before he asked me for a favor by getting the motorbike out of the garage first since he said that he simply had to take care of one more thing upstairs for a project that he's been assigned to from work before his holiday began like 4 days ago. Just then, Mom showed up from the kitchen door that also connected to the inside garage ...
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the man who steps into Australia
Acak"A man will learn, even to what has been accomplished over the years that he still has failed!" Fighting to get his freedom life back against his over protective mother after the loss of his father, Kyle Sanderson, a natural English boy from Indone...