This is all I have so far. I don't know where I'm going w/ it yet, but is it interesting at all?
Something was thumping inside of me, and maybe it was my heart pounding against my chest, but my whole body was shaking as my hands gripped the steering wheel. My feet were as stiff as a statue, and wouldn't move a muscle when the driving instructor asked me to begin. What was wrong with me? I had practiced driving in my Dad's car a million times, so what was the problem? I quickly found out as the instructor put a hand on my shoulder and told me I didn't have to go through with this if I didn't feel I was ready, and he also briefly mentioned the fact that he didn't want to die in a car crash. I laughed at that one, but this was serious. Why on earth would anyone put a gorgeous, young, male driving instructor in a car with a 'never-had-a-date in my life' teenage girl? I had to get over this. This is my driver's license we're talking about here. I needed this if I wanted to end the humility of getting place to place in my Dad's old, brown Buick.
"What is the problem here?" the girl in the back, who was up next to drive snapped at me, popping her gum for the hundredth time.
"I'm just a little nervous, that's all," I reply in a low voice.
"Gracie, is it?" the instructor asked. I nod. "Look, if you're not ready, I have a private session I'm doing next week. Now, it's for someone who won't be able to attend today and she's already taken her written test. I don't think she'd mind if you tagged along and took the test after her."
I seriously doubt that if I can't drive with him while another person is in the car with me, that I can drive when it's just the two of us.
"I'm not sure," I say nervously.
"Then that's exactly why you should do the private session with me. Most people don't feel comfortable doing things in front of a whole group of people. Next week it'll just be me and you, one-on-one. What do you say?" He smiles at me sympathetically, and without thinking clearly, I nod at his suggestion.
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