|| pissed off
Friday, Bob calls me. Asks me if I'm bored, I confirm that I am. He comes to pick me up, we don't have much to do. He has to drop by Drew's house to pick up his report card before his parents see it. Stealing mail while his nextdoor neighbors are out. We drive off, driving down Campus. Staring at this girl who's driving beside us. She speeds up and changes into our lane in front of us. Comming toward Foothill, the light turns yellow. Looks like she's going to go for it, we're going only fifteen miles per hour. She decides to stop, Bob slams on the breaks! His tires are so bald we skid into the car! I hit my head on something. We push them into the intersection, they have no choice but to keep going. We pull to the side, get out of car and we see the damage. His hood is bent up about two or three inches. He uses my cell to call his father. We decide to drive off because there's nothing else to do. We drive by Sav-on and they're in the parking lot with an ambulance. We pull in and they're all right. They ask us if we're all right and we are. They tell us the police are going to be on their way, so they leave. We wait for about fourty-five minutes and no one shows up. About four police cars pass by. We call to see if they're comming, they tell us that they're not supposed to respond to that kind of stuff and to just exchange information. Bastards waste our time. Bob didn't do anything to the bumper of the car and the lady said that she probably wasn't going to say anything. Poor Bob, him and his 86' Camero. Next day, at around 7:00p.m. My sister and I leave my cousin's house from picking him up. We're driving toward the on ramp to the freeway. We stop in the middle of the intersection because there was a line. BAM! Someone slams us from behind at about twenty-five to thirty miles per hour! They hit us and we hit the person in front of us. We pull over on the side of the freeway. The girl that hit us ran out and right away said that someone hit her into us. But if someone hit her, then they would have had to hit her at a harder speed for her to hit us that hard. There was no marks on the back of her car. My sister's rearview light is broken, dented bumper. The front light is also broken, the fender was up against the tire. We exchaged information and they left. We couldn't drive, the fender was dragging into the wheel. My mother tried to send over my cousin that lived close. But then superman showed up (a.k.a. Towman)! Asked us if we had AAA, we didn't but he got this metal pole and pulled the fuck out of the fender so we could drive back home. It was very nice of him, haha. Looked like he was taking his frustration out on it. My head hurt, cousin's neck hurt, sister's back hurt. We're all right though, gonna have to see what's going to happen. But yeah, that's how I know God wants me dead. Farewell.