On the way back from Christmas in Chicago I asked if I could drive. I had just gotten my learners permit and could use some time on the highway. Reluctantly my dad said yes and just outside of Gary we stopped at a gas station, everyone peed and I took over the driving. About 20 minutes in it started snowing. It must have been snowing this side of the lake for a little while because very quickly we found ourselves slowed by traffic and slush. I stayed in the fast lane because I wanted to get home but my parents started freaking out. "YOU'RE GOING TO FAST, SLOW DOWN, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING, PULL OVER." It would have been one thing if they had simply given me some advice. Unfortunately they were yelling and screaming as if I was going to kill everyone in the car and everyone in a 2 mile radius of the car. Defeated, I pull the car off the highway at the next exit.
Safely in the parking lot of a McDonalds my dad and I get out. I open the sliding door to let my mom out so she can return to the front seat. As she’s opening her door I put on my black trench coat and grab my backpack. "Where do you think you're going" asks my dad. "Don’t worry about me, I'll get a ride," I reply. "Get in the fucking car." "No." Then I turned to Jenna and asked her if she wanted to go with me. I could see in her eyes that she did but she was still unsure what to do. I held out my hand for her to take if she wanted to come. She took it and my mom yelled, "you 2 aren’t going anywhere now get in the car so we can go!" I pulled out my 9mm and shot out the front and rear passenger side tires. Next I put the gun in my mom’s cheek and said, "SHUT UP! You're not going anywhere. If Jen wants to come with me then she’s coming with me." Jenna got out of the van with her coat and bag and we walked across the street to the truck stop. There we found a TIP trucker who was going to Battle Creek and would give us a lift.
