Unfinished3

I switch lanes. Sometimes I realize that I'm doing it fast, and catch myself. I've found that most of the times I've come close to getting in an accident have been from someone unknowingly being in my blind spot. But that wasn't the case today; I safely turned into the lefthand lane. Keeping up with the pace of my mind, my car slowly gets faster. A three by three ice sheet caught the wind just enough to go airborne off a car roof twenty feet in front of me. I saw it soar through the air and narrowly miss my car. It's hard to say it, but I wish it had hit my car; not because I want to get hurt, but because I can't bear the thought of going into class.

The habit is getting bad; my attendance is truly going down the drain. I've never enjoyed missing class, but at this point, I can't really stand the fact of doing another ounce of schoolwork.

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