So, on top of feeling weird all night and not being able to sleep or even write because I felt just put-off, I lost my carport.
You know when you are so absolutely bored that your mind starts wandering? Sometimes it wanders to bad scenarios like, someone robbing your house in the middle of the night or someone driving through your window. I try very hard NOT to think about things like that. I make myself think about something else. Those scenarios were going through my head at about 10:45PM.
At about 1:30AM, while sitting in my bed, messing with my iPod (I mean doing everything from checking the weather to looking up random words like, Flannel) I hear this loud engine going really fast down our street. Now, any other night I wouldn’t have paid any mind to this because my neighborhood is known for loud car noises. Shutting doors at all ours of the night, people speeding down the road. What got me last night was the honk and CRASH that followed.
I was almost not surprised. I didn’t even jump when I heard the noise, I think I thought I was dead. It was so close, otherwise I wouldn’t have worried at all. Looking out my window (I probably would have looked sooner but I think I was afraid of seeing headlights coming at me) I could only see that part of the white metal from the carport had bent. I sat there for maybe a second. After I didn’t here my mother get up I walked into the living room.
Of course, my dogs started freaking out once they saw me looking suspicious. My mother finally wakes up but not because of the car noise, because of the dogs. I tell her that someone just hit our carport. At this point I have no idea how they did it. At first, I thought they hit it on purpose ’cause that’s just the kind of crap that goes on in our neighborhood.
The dogs were barking, we’re throwing on our coats, we walk outside and I see that the whole carport is trashed. It wasn’t even the look of a tornado just passing through that got to me. What hit me were the tire marks in the grass, cutting through our yard, running over the carport, and then finishing through a portion of our neighbor’s yard back onto the street.
Thankfully they didn’t hit the car under the carport and just barely missed the tree in our front yard. Also, I’m thankful that they curved enough to miss my room. When you look at the tire marks you can see that if they had gone straight then they would have run right into my wall and I would have died, seeing where I was sitting on my bed at the time.
Luckily, the woman staying at her parents house right next door saw the whole thing. Also, the guy who lives on the other side of us (I babysit his two year old son) heard it and came out. So we were all standing outside, freezing, waiting for the police to come. David walks down the street and sees someone with a truck, like the woman had described, pull into their driveway. He goes over there to interrogate. He’s the one neighbor who gets all the answers.
He comes back over and tells us that this woman got our of her car, drunk, obviously, and says that someone hit her car. That’s a load of crap.
Finally the cop gets there, talks to us a little then drives over to her house. Next thing we know there are four cop cars driving by. We go back outside and there are fifteen police cars around the suspect’s house. I am not even exaggerating. Their lights were lighting up the whole neighborhood. You would think there was an accident.
So, naturally, after this little event, I went straight to sleep. After feeling weird all night and not being able to. I guess once the event that I was, according to my mother, predicting, happened, I could then peacefully enter Slumberland.
I got a grand total of three hours of sleep last night. That’s just splendid.
Now here I am. Wide awake. I guess I’ll go do the dishes.
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