Screech and then boom.

So I was sitting down stairs, it's about a quarter after eleven in the evening, when I here the skidding of tires and grinding of metal outside my front door. Out the door I go and well...

Let me just say this; fast car, slick road, 15 year old sans-license.

Not enough, umm; brick wall, cement light post, "my dad's gonna kill me."

More info you say? Well, pictures shot from my upstairs window speak louder than words.



Screech kaboom says the car to the wall.


Whoop, whoop says the ambulance.


It's 11:15 PM. Do you know where your front wheels are?