Ordinary Me by June Sproat, available from Climbing Rose of The Wild Rose Press
Excerpt from Ordinary Me:
I gripped harder trying to keep my sweaty hands from slipping off the steering wheel. I hit the gas andpulled the wheel hard to the left, instead of the right. Coach totally did not expect this, since he told me to go right. It seemed like it took forever for this to register in the Coach’s brain, which gave me enough time to hit the gas again—hard.
Coach was slamming that extra brake on the passenger side that’s installed on Driver’s Ed cars; and our car started skidding.
I jerked the wheel back the other way, still sliding across the wet pavement like we were on ice, and stopped directly in the line of the police cars. Oh yeah, we also did a complete 360. This was actually kind of cool, except that is for the sirens and the cops.
I couldn’t help but think this day couldn’t get any worse. I was losing control of the car, my mind, and I guess, my mouth, too. I started babbling about Chemistry and Mums, and, oh yeah, the cute guy in the backseat, who doesn’t even know I’m alive. It really doesn’t matter because I’ll probably be dead soon anyway!