I was halfway up one of the two colossal hills I take up to school every morning today, when what happens, but a bright orange corolla with a spoiler and a grille the size of my bookshelf screeches through a stop sign and stops, dead, two inches from my right leg.

He had kind of a quizzical look, and I was mighty p***ed off, so I gave him the friendly finger and kept going.

Otherwise it was fine. Doesn't compare to the time this punk opened his car door at night and smoked my leg with it.