Parallel Parking: A Short Story

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“I’m sorry,” Oh no. “But you did not pass.” My mind was a whirlwind, the thoughts of how could this happen? and I knew this would happen bouncing back and forth as I stared straight ahead. I felt numb, not even turning to acknowledge the woman in the seat next to me. I just nodded as she handed me my things, opened the door, and left. Ashley came up to me, asking what had gone wrong, since the morning had gone so perfectly. I shook my head; I couldn’t give a verbal answer. We got in the car and started on our way back to my house. Ashley peeked over at me from the corner of her eye, her face full of pity. She told me it was okay if I cried, but I just laughed politely at that and shook my head. I was still too numb to feel sad, so instead I just sat silently and stared out the window. It was on that car ride home that I made the decision. Never in my life, no matter …show more content…

If I told myself that I would never need parallel parking, then it didn’t matter whether or not I could do it. In short, I was in denial. Don’t they say that denial is the first stage of grief? I’m not exactly sure what I was grieving, maybe the loss of my imaginary driver's license, but I certainly denied how that affected me. I don’t like to fail, although I can’t think of anybody who does, and all of the soothing words don’t stop the overwhelming disappointment that I feel whenever I know that I failed something important. I always feel as though I’ve disappointed everyone, not just myself. It wasn’t until I got home that the numbness wore off. I fell into my mom’s open arms with a few tears on my cheeks. My mom let me take the rest of the morning off, but I knew I had to go into school eventually. I didn’t really feel like facing my friends and classmates, but I knew it was

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