I think I was around 10 when I started looking at cars on the highway. I would look at mom and tell her I wanted this car and then it would change to that car and so on. When I turned fifteen I started looking at them on the internet. And bless my dad's heart.. I chose a mustang. I just had to have a mustang. Mustang this, mustang that. I'm pretty sure my mom hated me a week after I made that decision. She was totally against it but I am daddy's little girl. He talked her into it and about a month before my 16th birthday we found one and went and got it. It was perfect. Lemon yellow. It was love at first sight. We brought it home and I was told I couldn't drive it until I was 16. That was a long month..
About two weeks after I got my license I was making a food run for a camp I was working at. I was going to have to pull across the road to make it to Subway. I didn't see anything once I got in the turning lane and I went on across. I heard this screeching sound and then the BAM! My passenger side door had an SUV stuck in it. I immediately started squalling. There were two people in the car and the woman came around and opened my door. She asked me if I was okay and I told her I was. She was pretty mean about it, though. And then she told me the words I never want to hear again in my entire life. "I'm sorry, but you should know that you just hit a cop." A cop. A mother fucking cop. I lost it. The woman asked me what my name was and I told her. I included my dad's name too because he used to be a cop before I was born. She got nice real quick after that. I called my dad and he called someone to come sign for me so they wouldn't have to take me away in the freaking ambulance because he was about 40 minutes away. So there I sat in the middle of the road with an ambulance, a fire truck, 5 cars that had stopped because they knew me. It was a fucking party.
A higher insurance bill and a new car door later I was driving home from my best friends house. Let's call her.. B. B had gotten up early to go do something boyfriend related so I woke up and was heading back to my house. I had stopped pulling across the road after my first accident so I was going the back way. There is a little 4 way stop on the back side of town. I pulled up first and this car pulled up after me but he was on my left. My right of way. I went and got about halfway through when he hit me. I don't know what he was thinking or if he just didn't notice the bright yellow mustang going in front of him but he hit me. Right smack in the middle of my car. I was SO mad. I mean, it's one thing to not see a car but to have one right in front of you at a 4 way? Come on, man. I called my dad. He was out of town.. again, and then I called B. The conversation went something like this:
B: Hello?
Me: SOMESONOFABITCHMOTHERFUCKERJUSTRANTHEFUCKING4WAYINTOMYDRIVERSIDEDOOR!!!!!
B: Uh.. what?
Me: SOMEBODY. JUST. FUCKING. RAN. INTO. MY. MOTHER. FUCKING. CAR. DAMN. IT.
B: Are you okay!?
Me: YES I'M FUCKING OKAY. DON'T I SOUND FUCKING OKAY? I'M FUCKING OKAY EXCEPT MY FUCKING DRIVERS SIDE DOOR IS FUCKING SMASHED IN. FUCK!
B: Calm down. It's okay.
Me: I KNOW IT'S OKAY. EXCEPT THE SHIT IT'S NOT BECAUSE THIS IS THE SECOND FUCKING ACCIDENT I'VE BEEN IN AND I HAVEN'T FUCKING HAD MY DAMN LICENSE FOR 4 MONTHS.
B: .....
Me: .............
B: I'll stop by your house later.
I had to drive around for like 3 months with my drivers side door caved in because the insurance company are a bunch of slackers. I had gotten it fixed and a couple weeks later I was going to our high school to watch my sister play basketball. It was a big rivalry game and the team we were playing was really rough. Their point guard was a little bitch. She slammed our PG's head. -lets call her Em- on the floor and gave her a concussion. It was a long tiring game but we came out the winner. After it was over a friend of mine- let's call him Ronald- asked me to drive him to his car out town. Another friend of ours had been sledding and hit a bank and got a concussion. He wanted to go to the emergency room to see her. We pulled out of the high school to go north and I got into the passing lane. About 60 yards from where you pull out is a turning lane so you can go back south. It was dark and I was nearing up to about 55 mph. I got close to the turning lane and I could see the other team's school bus. One blink it was in the turning lane. Two blinks it was in the passing lane. Three blinks I had slammed on my breaks and driven my car up under the back of the bus. I heard this horrible screeching sound and then a lot hissing and popping and then silence. Or maybe it was loud. I don't know. I had just slammed my car into a school bus.
I looked over at Ronald to make sure he was okay. He said that he was and then he called our friend, Shine, that was still at the game. While that was going on the other team's families stopped on side of the road and ran over to help us. They were super nice to us and very concerned. They helped us out of the car and stood with us until my parents got there. I was crying again. Not because I was hurt. Once I had gotten out of my car I looked in the road and there was a big hunk of metal sitting on it. The remnants of the front of my car:(.
My parents arrived and there was a lot of hugging and a lot of reassuring. The ambulance arrived soon after that. That was probably the thing I hated most. I don't like being the center of attention and EVERYONE was staring at me and I was the main focus. The EMT that was on call that night.. well let's just say I knew her by name at this point. She wanted to make sure I didn't have any broken bones so she strapped me in the seat inside the ambulance (I was NOT going to lay on the bed) and took me to the hospital. There were no broken bones. Just a few bruises on my knee caps from where my knees hit the steering wheel and the dash. I went home and my mom gave my phone back to me which she had taken away because I was 'distracted' when the doctor tried to talk to me. Whatever. The first thing I did was text Em. All I said was "I got them back for you."
Later I was told about what happened in the gym while I was sitting in the middle of the road. Apparently some people that knew me had watched the accident and called my parents at the same time Ronald had called Shine. Shine had pretty much jumped the bleachers and sprinted across to the other side to tell my family. She said "It was the weirdest thing. Right before I could tell them the entire section of (insertlastnamehere) stood up in unison and sprinted out the door. I've never seen anything like it."
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My car was totaled but it wasn't my fault. I drive a 4 Runner now. It's nothing like my mustang. It's not as fast, it doesn't have good gas mileage, but I haven't been in a wreck yet. Knock on wood. My friends would come up and tell me 'The curse of the yellow mustang is over.. but I'm still not riding with you.'
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