The man comes and I go with him and Hannah Montana. It's the same. It's more boring than being an SP at a MP. I think this man is crazy. He must make 1 million. Otherwise why? Or maybe he wishes to sit with young girls? I don't think he likes me.
Each time we drive it's the same. He will tell me my mistake. I must put both hands on the wheel. If you look around do you see this? No you don't. No one does. This is like high school. They teach you Romeo and Juliet. Who cares? It doesn't matter. I laugh at this book. I can write the true version of this book. It's easy. Romeo sees Juliet. He looks at her boobs. He wants sex. But he pretends he is a romantic man. Juliet sees him. She wonders is his paycheck good? She makes him buy her things for some time. Then it's sex. They will marry. The pictures will be taken, a happy couple. Soon later, Romeo calls Larissa and says how much for FS? He becomes a reg. It's no good for Juliet but so good for me. I think I can write this book.
If you take this driving class you find one thing. People don't like you. They follow you. If they pass they give you the finger. You can see they can't wait. I cannot make the cars go faster. Am I magic?
One day I am grumpy. I am sick of this man. He tells me the same shit over and over. It's a stop sign. The light is red. Stay in the lines. I don't know it? In the back Hannah has this phone. It makes a stupid sound each time a message comes. I think all the world sends her one. I am driving. It's Mackleod Trail. I must go the speed limit. Behind is a truck. It's very close and I think fuck you buddy. This truck goes around but pulls up beside me. It's 2 guys. One drives the other looks at me. He takes his fingers and makes a V shape. Then his tongue goes in there.
It's like the day at the MP again. When I quit for good. I yell out the window to fuck him. I swerve the car. I spit at his truck. He is laughing. It only makes me angry. He goes faster so I go faster. Fuck this guy. Who is he? We go up the road and i say things out the window. I'm sick of it. The truck goes away.
This guy is not happy now. He stops the car on a side street. He gets out. I can see he is mad. He tries to stop his temper. You think I care? Sorry I pay you buddy. He starts on me. Tells me what am I doing. He says I will have an accident. He said I am a danger. I have road rage. I tell him oh yeah, you like this sign to you? We go away.
After this is is quiet with me. He says little. It's the last day. First Hannah must drive. If she drives she talks. My head goes in a swirl. You can't shut up. This guy seems to like her. I do something most girls don't do. I decide I will fart. After 5 seconds the car smells bad. Hannah smells it first and sais gross. This guy gets so mad. He sais I cannot drive and Hannah will take me home. I laugh inside. I try to hide my smile but lol I don't care. Who cares. I have this paper. Now I can get cheaper insurance.
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