This driving test I would spend was the time when I felt that there was nothing in my mind, but fear and anxiety. At seven o'clock, I was present at DMV. I realized that I came an hour earlier than my driving teacher did. After one long stressful hour, my driving teacher arrived with his bored and unhappy face, and said: " OK, we still have forty five minutes before the test, get in the car, I will show you all the streets that you might drive in the driving test.". "Remember, Ms. Ngan, you must not drive over 40mph on this street, you must turn on the signal,…".
Where this story begins… ... *WUMP* *WUMP* … As the truck pulled onto the driveway up to the factory, maybe a little too quickly for the speed bump, the driver pulled it down the small road until he was upon the factory, the three story building sporting a large red ‘A’ on the side. “Thats a… tall building…” said the truck driver as he put on his hat with his name emblazoned on the front: Jack. As he continued onwards, Jack turned the truck around and backed it up into the loading and unloading bay, wondering where everyone was. Usually there was someone waiting. “Error, 404, licence plate not found, dispatch security?
“Mom, come on I just want to burn a few songs on a simple disc and then I promise I will get off. “For the last time, I'm not going to let you on.” She started to raise her voice a little. I started to get really angry because she didn't let me on. Before I even thought about it, I could feel my hands getting tighter, I looked down and I saw that my hands were turning into fists. Before either one of us even knew it we started to push each other into the wall and hitting each other.
The old lady I hit was not taking any chances and called the police. I took a look around and noticed it was just me. Apparently my friend’s wanted no part of the police showing up. When the police showed up he asked for my permit I told him I didn’t have one. The police officer lectured for a while then put me in the back of the police car.
We piled in all the help we could get into my car and split towards camp-forced to take the long way. Everything was all happening at once as I tried to make sense of it all peeking into my rear view mirror at the chaos going on behind me while keeping control of my car on the small winding trail. Directions were being shouted, a girl was crying, one was praying and one was still trying to get the girl to come to. As wetore down the last mile on the drag the girl’s heart stopped. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that this was happening.
You are quickly cared for and chances of survival are great. Now the second scenario: The paramedics arrive on scene. They have no idea who you are because your wallet was thrown from the car. They take you to the hospital and you arrive as a Jane/John Doe. No family is there and the hospital staff has no idea who you are, your medical history, medications you are on and may critically need, or your blood type.
The film uses mostly close up shots in this scene mainly to display the pain on Christine’s face but also to show dialogue between the characters. She was later then involved in a car crash and the same officer tried to rescue her. She immediately recognises him and screams “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Keep away from me!” Through this quote it is completely clear now what affect the incident had on Christine that she would risk her life to not let this man touch her.
I didn’t want to drive fast so I slowly got to Jordan’s house. When I got there the power went out and we had no flashlights. I had to drive to the store in the storm. I arrived at super Wal-Mart and was looking around for flashlights. The store had an announcement to finish shopping because they were closing.
My back also went into a sharp edging of the wall, which created a long deep scratch down it. None of my friends helped defend myself against the cowboy. All they did was film the knockout on the cell phone, and take keys out of my pockets while I was passed out so one of them could make out in the back of my car, and drive the girl home. I don't know where the blonde girl went. Her coke was on the table half-empty.
I honk the horn and try her cell phone, but there was no response. Without knowing what to do, I simply just drove to school. Being late to band is one of the worst things a color-guard member can endure. I ended up being twenty minutes late and had to run ten laps around the gym. Only on picture day.