WA 7, Draft 2: Driving Along

He singled me out the first day of class,
Claire she’s in my car was what he said
I just tried to laugh
But turned a dark crimson red

They gave us a speech and then that was it,
We were given a car,
Told “Do your best”
Sent out on the range under the stars

The first day was dreadful,
I had one too many stories,
I thought I would give up,
And go over to Laurie’s

I had the worst car,
It was hard to unbuckle,
I thought I was stuck,
I just had to chuckle.

The next day was better,
They watched from the tower,
He liked to tell me everything I was doing wrong,
I tried to have power

We went out on the roads,
I was first to go,
I made a few mistakes,
Oh no, no, no

Driving down country roads,
Windy twisty streets,
Cars speeding by,
I tried to be upbeat

Lane changes and merging,
My next big feat,
I guess I got through,
And then that was complete

We drove in the traffic,
We drove down old country roads,
I drove my instructor crazy,
He wanted to explode

It wasn’t over yet,
A few more days to go,
Along the way we talked,
And he found out I was “whoa”

He apologized for thinking that I was just some book kid,
He thought I wouldn’t be cool,
That I wouldn’t know rap,
But I showed that fool

We drove down 29,
A very busy road,
Eight lane changes to make,
What a big load.

I didn’t quite make it to where I was supposed to go,
Too far left and too far right,
Too many cars,
Oh what a night.

I thought we weren’t supposed to talk,
It made the car very quiet,
Then we started chatting,
It was a riot.

I knew when I did something I wasn’t supposed to do,
He would shake his head the tiniest bit,
Or chuckle under his breath,
But I didn’t throw a fit.

Test day was here,
I was nervous at first,
But why worry too much,
Then I might burst

My instructor told me
Claire you have your good days and bad,
Don’t do anything stupid,
Just think about your dad.

I was unusually calm,
Took each lane change in stride,
Lane changes were nothing,
I was wide-eyed.

The test day teacher called me on up,
I wasn’t sure what it was going to be,
Then I saw the white paper,
And knew I was free.

She handed me the paper,
Told me I drove kind of slow,
I didn’t care,
I was aglow.

My instructor saw me,
He gave me a big handshake,
A smile creped onto my face,
And he knew I had made not one mistake.

I smiled inside,
I was glad it was over,
I knew I couldn’t drive yet,
But I felt like a four-leaf clover.