The following Tuesday Carlisle took me to Seattle to get my permit. All I had to do was take a written test, which I passed, and show proof of having taken drivers ed. I had taken it as an online course, as I had not been able to go to school this year.

Afterwards, Carlisle took me to an empty parking lot to practice. I mostly drove really slowly, trying to stay within the cones that Carlisle set up and make the turns. Then, I tried parking a few times. Parking in the spaces did not seem too hard, but parallel parking took me forever. We would have stayed and practiced longer, but Carlisle had to work the night shift, so he needed to rest up, and I was ready for my nap.

"How did it go?" Emmett boomed, walking in the door after school.

"I passed."

"You passed?" Rosalie squealed. "That's wonderful!" She hugged me.

"Yeah, now we can see if you are as bad of a driver as Edward," Emmett added.

"I am most definitely not as bad a driver as Edward. 'The wall is eating me!'" I imitated. The day Edward had gotten his license, he and his friend Bobby went to Port Angeles after school. They scored a few oatmeal cookies laced with a drop of acid each, and ate them on the ride home.

By the time Edward got back, he was so out of it he could barely drive. He left the car in between some trees at the entrance to our drive, and ran the rest of the way home. Then, the moment he gets in the house, he starts screaming that the wall was eating him. Emmett had to baby-sit him for hours, until Bobby was sober enough to find his way from the car, where Edward left him, to the house. Later we found out he had been stumbling around our forest the entire time.

Bobby came in, saw Edward being eaten by the wall, and threw himself down on the floor screaming, "Dude! The wall is eating me now! Your safe! Go! Go!"

Edward got up off of the floor, where he had been withering in pain for hours, while being eaten by the wall, and said, "Thanks man. Come on Emmett, let's get out of here before the wall changes its mind. It is eating Bobby now." Apparently walls can only eat one moron at a time.

Esme found Edward's car a few hours later when she came home, and ever since then, Edward has been known as the Cullen who is such a bad driver he cannot even park a car. Carlisle got the full story out of Emmett when he got home, so Edward got his car taken away. That was the last time Edward ever drove anywhere.

"Oh man, if you ever pull an Edward and think the wall is eating you, I swear to Darwin to call the cops on you. I am not babysitting another brother tripping on acid," Emmett replied.

"Jasper would not do acid, right Jazz?" Rosalie asked.

"No. I am not that stupid. Plus, I do not want to be eaten by the wall!" I laughed.

"Me neither," Alice added, shuddering.

She had been traumatized by Edward's behavior, wondering why her brother was being eaten by a wall. She was the one who tried to reason with him asking, "Is the wall eating you by surrounding you and engulfing you, or is it oozing digestive juices onto you?"

It took her a while, but she finally learned that you cannot hold a conversation with someone on acid. You can also not get back a coherent response to queries regarding how the wall is eating someone. All she got back was a screeching, "The wall is eating me!" over and over again.

Everyday for the next month I asked Esme and Carlisle to take me to practice driving. Carlisle was still very busy, and the hearing with James was coming up, so he only had time to take me about once a week. James was not having a normal trial, as he had not passed his competency test, big surprise, so he was just being sentenced to a maximum security asylum.

Esme had a little more time for me, taking me three times a week. But, she mostly wanted Alice to practice driving, as her birthday and test were quickly approaching. So, Esme would have Alice drive us to a parking lot, and then let me drive around the parking lot. And then Alice would drive us back.

Alice's driving was still pretty scary, so it was almost not worth the heart attack. But, she had definitely improved. I would say she was about equal with Emmett now. And, if Emmett could pass that test, then I had every confidence that Alice could as well.

Emmett used to drive us to school, before we started being homeschooled that is. The high school sits at the end of a street, and dead-ends into another street, right before the parking lot entrance. Emmett would speed along the first street, with his foot flooring the pedal, fishtail along the second, and curl into the parking lot, skidding out. It was like a roller coaster ride every morning before school. It is a good thing we always showed up ten minutes early, or Emmett surely would have crashed into the other cars long ago.

Alice's driving reminded me of those wonderful experiences. One day, after a close call with a semi, I asked Esme, "Are you not scared for your life with Alice behind the wheel? I cannot believe you are considering letting her drive with an innocent baby in the car!"

"Jasper, Alice is a perfectly fine driver. She is already as good as Emmett, and far better than Edward was. By the time the baby is born, I am sure she will be as good a driver as Rosalie," Esme replied.

"And are you not scared to death by Rosalie's driving?" I asked. Rosalie did not purposely take the corner into the school parking lot at ninety miles an hour. But, she did not slow down for speed bumps or dips, and would zigzag around traffic, going thrice the speed of traffic.

"Honesty, no. When you have five teenagers, you get used to it. And Rosalie's driving really is not all that bad."

But, that was not even the scariest part about driving with Alice. Three weeks after I got my permit, Alice had a vision in the middle of driving down the road. Esme grabbed the wheel, steering from the passengers seat, and Alice took her foot off the gas, so we sort of just coasted to a stop on the side of the road. When we were only going about five miles on hour, Esme pulled up the emergency break to stop us, then put the car in park.

"Esme, what is Alice going to do when she has a vision with no one else in the car to keep her from crashing?" I asked, gasping for breath, scared out of my mind.

"She will just have to keep you in the car with her," Esme replied.

"There is no way I will be able to do that! That was freakin' amazing! You got the car safely stopped on the side of the road from the passengers seat!"

"You will learn."

"I will probably learn to drive before I learn to steer from the passenger's seat. We would be better off with my inexperienced self driving."

"Yes, but you will not turn sixteen for another eleven months. Until then, Alice will be the one with a license, and you will learn to steer from the passenger's seat. Just remember, do not pull the emergency break until after the car has begun to slow down. And when you pull it, pull it slowly at first, and then increase until the car stops."

That's when Alice finally snapped out of her vision. "So, what did you see?" I asked, wondering what could possibly be worth endangering our lives.

"I saw the baby. You agreed to name her Jasmine. She looks just like Rosalie, and she was six months old, and she called me 'Mama'."

"Well, let's go home before you have another vision and I have this baby right here in this car."

Author's note:

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So, the story with the wall eating Edward was a true story of an acid trip my brother's best friend went on. Thanks to that trip, my brother now has the policy that he will call the cops on anyone being eaten by walls (or on acid) in his presence.