Transport Tales

I was late for my piano class. And my theory test was next week.

I scurried out of the gym, wiped the sweat off of my forehead, and worked on unlocking my bike. I tried once, but my hand was too sweaty.

I took a deep breath, and tried again.

It still wouldn’t work!

I was running extremely late by now. I hadn’t been this late since my classes at driving lessons uk. That was a terrible day of mine. I was sitting in the driving lessons uk office, when right outside, I watched a a huge truck came and squashed my motor bike into a tiny crushed up little ball

It got worse

"Welcome to driving lessons uk", the lady at the counter said. "How may we help you today"

Of course, having just watched my motorbike crashed, I was a little peeved. So I let out a string of curse words at her, because I was just that angry.

Lets just say I didn’t pass the classes at driving lessons uk.

I was pedaling furiously, so that I wouldn’t be late for my piano lesson. Sometimes my life was worse than a joke. Really, did that teacher have to hold me back for another half hour? Did my friend have to bug me about the party I didn’t go to.

In my head, I went over all the moments that I should have spent biking instead of waiting. I went over how I could have done the situation so much better. I thought about how my life was a complete train wreck right now, and how it wasn’t getting any better.

Of course, thinking didn’t really help. I just needed to be going faster.

I ignored the pedestrian waving to me. I didn’t bother looking back at the car who honked at me, though about 10 minutes later I did wonder if I knew anyone who drove a purple truck. Really, this situation was so ridiculous.

My piano teacher was going to kill me, if I didn’t kill myself first.

My helmet was dangling off of the side of my bike. My mom made me bring it every single time I went everywhere, so through experience I had found that the best place to put it was on the side of the bike. I hadn't been caught yet, but I was pretty good about not letting my mother see me.

I was racing with the clock, as it ticked to 10 minutes late. I was so dead.

I jay biked, and *BAM*. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know that a day later i was in the hospital. I missed my theory test

I should have gotten the permit.