"Come on, kid, you drive like my grandma." the woman in the seat next to me says. She's obnoxiously chewing her gum with her mouth OPEN. It's disgusting.
I put my foot on the gas pedal and push and when I feel the car speed up I push the brakes. It's a sudden jolt but it did just manage to potentially save my life.
'Kaylee' the instructor still chews her gum and marks something down on her paper. How on EARTH did this woman get hired here? "Kid, it's not going to kill ya to go faster than seven miles an hour." she says.
It really might. Kaylee has no regard for safety whatsoever. "Is that goofy hat blockin' your line of sight?" she asks, taking my hat off.
Great way to help me focus.
"You're nervous, arent'cha?" she asks me, still chewing her gum. I swear that in that sentence at LEAST half of it flew in my ear.
"Yes, I am." I say, gritting my teeth.
"Well, quit it. You're a fifteen-year-old guy. You're too paranoid of what's gonna happen to you. Now let's actually go the SPEED LIMIT, shall we?" she says, reaching over and honking the horn.
"Move your #^% $* SMART GUY!" she screams at the guy in front of us.
I pushed on the gas pedal and was appalled at how fast this car sped up. I instantly pressed the brakes and she kind of whacked me on the back of the head.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING?" she asked me. "You gotta have the speed to take the lead! C'mon, we're so gonna beat all the other kids taking this test today!"
She put me in a RACE?
"MOVE, !#Y*&%*&%#^ *!" she screams at the guy in front of us again. This time she's rolled her window down.
What'd ya know, it's a police officer.
"Turn, kid, turn!" she screams, turning the wheel for me. She tells me to never pull over for these guys, they're just bad news.
"Am I driving a stolen car?" I ask, freaking out. She avoids my question.
The siren begins to sound behind me. She starts honking the horn and tells me to speed it up back to the DMV.
I swear that by the time I made it back the horn had run out. And there was still a police officer behind me…lovely.
"License and registration." he asks me when I park the car in the parking lot.
"I'm a student." I say, and Kaylee is snoring.
"This your instructor?" he asks.
"Sadly, yes." I say, getting out of the car.
"You can leave. It's her that's the problem." the officer says. I grab my bike and ride home.
