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Slow Ride

It was a long time waiting, but it was here. I had finally gotten my license, after what seemed like a millenium. My parents, quite happy for me, immediately relinquished their firm grasp on the keys to the sleek, black Acura parked in front of the house. And I politely pretended to absorb their warnings of hazards on the road as I ran out the front door and hopped into the driver's seat! It was a deal that I made with my parents before "that if I ever was to get a stupid ticket, that I couldn’t have privileges to the car again”. There was no stopping me now, I had finally got the keys to my freedom and I was going to enjoy it for however long it would last. I was off to pick up my friend ...

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taking hairpin turns thirty kilometers over the speed limit.
"I'm in England!" Jack would yell as he poked his head out of the sunroof.
Though I could barely hear him above the blaring music.
I felt care and worry free. We were headed for the first party of the school year, and rather quickly at that. I was so preoccupied with the road and talking to my passengers that I didn't notice the blue and red lights flashing in my rear view mirror. I kept driving until I casually glanced to my left to check my blind spot and spotted a police car containing a police officer who was signaling me to pull over. I tried to brake hard enough thinking that the officer would go away but it was no use. Dread and embarrassment overtook me as the officer approached the car. And all my friends had to say was "Great, now we're going to be late!" That’s what I get for doing my friends a favor and instead of them taking the bus I was nice enough to give them a ride. But that was the least of my ...

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Added: 4/27/2004 04:39:57 PM
Category: Creative Writing
Type: Premium Paper
Words: 601
Pages: 3

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