On Monday morning, when Jace, Alfie and I go to get in Alfie’s car, I look longingly at my car that is sitting in the garage. Since the day I got it, it’s just been sitting there, waiting for me to get my license. I have just over five months before then, and I’m really sad that it’s taking so long. Claire took me out driving yesterday. She let me drive her car, which made me nervous. I think her car is really expensive and I was scared to death I was doing to crash it. Thankfully I didn’t. But it was a stressful trip, that’s for sure. “Why don’t you ever drive?” I ask Jace, once we’re in Alfie’s car. Jace’s driver drives him over every morning and drops him off in a limo. If I were him, I’d take the limo to school. It would be awesome to have your own personal limo. I think Dad has one, but we hardly ever use it. “When I was little, I was with my mom and a drunk driver ran a stoplight and hit our car. My mom died instantly, and I was in the hospital for about six months.
