Renesmee POV
"Alice, you crashed the car into a pole. You crashed the car into a tree. And now you've crashed the car into a mailbox!" I screamed.
"The mailbox was like in the middle of the road," Alice protested, crossing her arms and pouting.
"Alice, I don't think it could have been any farther away from the road," I corrected. I turned and pointed to the road, showing her that it was at least ten feet away.
"Uh…mistakes happen?" she suggested, hoping it would work as an excuse.
"No," I said, "just no. Get in the car."
Alice tried to open her door, but the mailbox had dented it in so much that she couldn't without ripping it off. With a bright smile, she slid in through the open window.
"She is so hopeless," I murmured, getting into the wrecked car as well.
"Hmph." Alice continued pouting and started up the car, the engine making an odd noise before coming to life.
I leaned over Alice to check the dash. "Alice, this says you're almost out of gas."
"To the gas station!" she exclaimed.
"Try not to run into anything this time," I told her.
"Okay."
Once again, I was thrown forward and caught on the airbag. I looked back. She had hit the FedEx box.
"Oops."