‘dad I can’t bloody do this!’

another loud call reverberated in the confides of the small car you were learning to drive in. the vehicle finally gained speed after accidentally stalling far too many times for your embarrassment to remember

the thought of turning 17 and gaining the freedom to learn to drive excited you, used to excite you. but now you were the one in the drivers seat, holding the steering wheel in a death like grip, while still confusing the three pedals was point blank wrecking havoc with your nerves

‘what the hell do I do?! tell me what to do? I dunno what i’m doin’!’

your voice panicked out as you approached your first roundabout. practically begging your dad, simon, to guide you through it one again