Through a lot of cunning and bribery, your parents were finally able to get you to sign up for driving lessons. To be truthful, you hadn't pur much thought into the idea before, given how easy public transportation was to use. But, given how much they seemed to want it, you finally caved and applied for lessons.

Not long after, you found yourself stepping into the drivers seat of the lesson car, where a rather bored looking man sat beside you in the passenger seat, and you assumed he was to be your instructor.

"Hey. Not to rush you, but can we make this session nice and snappy? I have to deal with one of the Nevermore freaks after this, and she doesn't sound pleasant."