#car fail

Saaaaaah dude. My dad was pretty okay. Except I scratch up someone’s car. I was backing into a parking space and I just turned too much. I heard this horrible screeching sound and I readjusted. A guy was driving in front of me and his expression before he drove away told me all I needed to know. I hopped out of the car and looked at the damage. It really wasn’t bad. It was just a big scrape on the nice, white car. I went inside. 

I wanted to pretend like it didn’t happen. I was almost plotting not to tell anyone, but I knew that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. So I went outside, took pictures of the damage, took pictures of their license plate, and left a not with my name, phone number, and an apology on it. I really hope they’re not too mad. My parents weren’t mad at all when I told them. I mean they may be a bit annoyed but not mad. It was a mistake not warranted with a punishment. It was an accident.

I went inside for class and I got really nervous that the car could belong to me teacher. I pray it wasn’t. I know the person was part of the staff though because when I left class 3 hours later, the white car and my note was still there. I drove away.