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 Dad, Me, and His Car

One night I stole my dad’s car. I was so mad at him. We had a huge fight.

I yelled, “Dad! I hate you! I’m in my room now!”

He screamed back, “I don’t care! You need to grow up!”

“Fine!”

I stomped on my floor. I scratched the walls. I was so mad at him. He had to pay. In my room, there was a big hole to creep out of the house from. I threw a big, soft chair out of the hole to the ground. I grabbed my bag, climbed out the hole and up on to the roof. I looked down a saw his dumb car. Yes! I thought. I will steal it! I flew off the roof and jumped on the big, soft chair. In my bag, I had a steel bar that could pry a car door but not break it. I had a key that worked for what I need to get, too. I sat in the car, turned it on, and drove it down the street. I parked it next to a deep lake. I got out and pushed the car. Splash! Then I ran home fast, climbed up the side of my house and through the hole. I sat on my bed with a book and a smirk on my face.

My dad yelled up to me, “I have to go to the store to buy a piece of cake for your mom!”

“Fine!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Tahoma",sans-serif">“AAAAAAAAHHH! Where is my car?! Where is my car?!” my dad cried. “Why?! Why?!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "Tahoma",sans-serif">To this day, no one knows but me. I wish I could tell my dad. I feel so bad. I said I would make him pay and he did. But so did I. Now I have to take the bus to get to school and work.