Can you believe it? I’m banned from driving. Not in a ‘lost my licence’ sort of way. See, my friend is a controlling, contradictory, condescending meanie. We’ve been friends since we were five but sometimes she’s just got the most awful traits. For example, she got her licence before I did and couldn’t stop bragging about it. Her family is rich. They had plenty of money to pump into lessons. Heck, they even bought her a car! My family? As broke as a door with no hinge. They couldn’t afford to get me a car or pay for my lessons – I had to do that myself.
Here I was, thinking that she finally understood my struggles. I had to ask to borrow her car one day. I could see she was thinking long and hard about her answer but eventually she said yes. She even added that I could use her car any time. That’s exactly what I started doing, until she started using the car as a weapon against me. She knew I had a date one day and decided to take the car to the mechanic. I asked her why she had to go to one so far away from me, as she promised to lend me the car that day. Apparently, it was ‘the best car mechanic in Raceview’. Oh please. Her car isn’t anything special anyway. She claims that I caused some damage to the clutch. I didn’t and still don’t believe her for a second. Me? Cause damage? I couldn’t be more careful when I drive. Her on the other hand? Frivolous. It’s how she’s been her whole life. I suppose that’s how you are when you’ve had life handed to you on a silver platter.
The issues with this car don’t end there. After the professional clutch repair, I apparently had wrecked the brakes. She then also had the audacity to ask for money for the repair. Her rich dad was coming to town and would’ve paid for the car anyway, yet she still asked me. She’s totally just in her own little selfish bubble.