A/N: I just found out that according to that profile quiz, I am Prussia, Canada and Germany (all at a tie). Congratulate me for being MPD, someone?
Driving Lessons
When Emon offered to teach her how to drive, Plabani took him up on that offer, although technically she wouldn't be able to get her license for two more years that is, when she was eighteen.
Of course, even though she was so excited to be learning driving, she still didn't necessarily get the reason for getting up at six in the morning and getting ready in fifteen minutes on her starting day, but her idiot of a friend kept on sounding his horn until her sister kicked her out of the bed and threatened her with bodily harm if she didn't "Just go, dammit, since you wanted to."
Climbing into the car, she was still grumbling, and fully intended to keep on doing so for the whole day – just to give him a hard time, you know – when he started the car.
In reverse.
All her sleepiness vanished and thoughts of complaints gave way to thoughts of what she ever did to deserve...to deserve this.
Plabani screamed all the way, begging him to slow down and look where he was going and dammit did they actually manage to swerve past that lamp post?
Needless to say, the day was very educational for her, but unfortunately not in the way she had hoped.
Scrambling out of the car, she faced Emon and screamed,
"Its because of people like you Nihon invented safe cars, retard."
A/N: So..yeah. I did that because I couldn't think up a better insult than that.
Emon is my ..er...frenemy? Yeah..may be. We roughhouse a lot, but we kind of comfort each other too. He's 3 years my senior, so he's 19 now. But he doesn't have a driving license, and I shouldn't wonder why, after that display.
I still hold that he did that on purpose to scare the shit out of me. -.-