When I was in the 8th grade, I was actually a decent human being. (Just kidding, I still am, just with a bit more... flare, or pizazz if you will) I attended church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night at an obnoxiously large church in good old Grapevine, TX. One evening on the way home from my goodie-two-shoes service, my best friend at the time, Demi Lovato, now Disney channel star, my mother and I stopped for McFlurries. As we were making our way to Demi's house, we crossed through an intersection, and everything went black.
We had been "t-boned" by a woman who was traveling at 60 mph in a 45 and ran a red light. The right side of the car was smashed in, which, lucky me, was sitting on. Demi was directly behind me, and the both of us took most of the impact. After waking up from our black out, Demi and I were whisked away in ambulances with multiple injuries including cracked ribs, out of place shoulders, and concussions. After this accident, my mother became an absolutely horrible driver. She constantly slams on the break, worried about the car in front of her and anxious about every other driver. Before I got my license, I used to yell at her saying she was such an awful driver......
Until the day I started getting anxiety behind the wheel. Now, I freak out while driving. I no longer can tell my mom she's a disgrace to the road. This was a sad day in my short 19 years.
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