"I don't want to do this," she said to me, terrified. "Juliet, you have to know how to drive to get your license. You'll be fine, I'm with you," I assured her, with minimum confidence. Her tiny figure sat frozen, white knuckling the steering wheel. "Juliet, put your right foot on the pedal to your left, that engages the break." She glared at me and barked, "Engages? What does that mean? Talk normal!" I smiled, I remembered my fear at 15 years old driving. "Want to go home, sweetheart?" I asked. Juliet relented "No, I'll do it." Now, I was scared.
*bloggers note* - This is my entry for @velvetverbosity 's weekly 100 word challenge at http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ . The one word prompt is ENGAGES. My teenage daughter just turned 15 and we are going through the process of her studying for the learner's permit test. She's a little scared to drive. Thanks for reading. Real life usually gives the finest inspiration.
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