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Another Good Day Gone Bad

I slowly pressed my foot down on the gas petal as I approached the passing lane. I was tired of following the old man in his beat up, red pick up at fifty miles per hour. I needed to get to class! I was right behind him when I topped the hill and entered the passing zone. That’s when I saw it. I realized this somewhat good day just turned into the worst day of all.

The warm April morning was just what I needed to refresh my mind. I had been stressed out over schoolwork and with the nice sunny morning; everything seemed right. I started the day at 6:30 a.m. when I was rudely awakened by my screaming alarm clock. I got up and began my daily routine. I had my usual breakfast, which consisted of; a cinnamon roll and a glass of milk. I was running a little behind, but I still had enough time to make it to school. As I was going to brush my teeth, I had seen that my sister had beat me to the bathroom, so I had to wait patiently for her to finish up. After I completed my morning routine, I grabbed my bags after brushing my teeth and headed out the door.

I started my car and was on my half an hour drive to class. With my music up, and my head jamming with the beat, I realized what a good day it was really turning out to be. I’m driving along the highway when I come up to this red, beat up pick up. The old man was going 50 MPH on a 65. I sped up a little to be able to pass the old pick up, and there it was; a blue ford expedition with red and blue lights on top. I didn’t think much of it until I realized the police officer was flipping a U-turn. I began to get scared even knowing I had done nothing wrong. I pulled over and he approached my window.

“Good morning sir” I said.

“Good morning’ he replied “I need to see your license and proof of insurance please”.

I handed the man both things as asked for.

“Did you know you were following that car too close?’

I sat there for a..

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