My dear ol’ aunt (part iii)

Shytz. Its May already. Time flies. Many projects need to be handed in this month. Frigging busy. I feel like swearing(I am in fact swearing in real life; I just swear too fast for me to type them down).

Anyway, heres the story.

One fine day(many yrs ago), my aunt sent me to my english tuition class. So she parked at the parking space which was parallel with the sidewalk of the shopshouses(where the tuition centre was located). I got down, joined my friends whom were chatting at the sidewalk. I was backfacing my aunt’s car so I didnt know if she left already or not.

*chat chat chat*

I felt a strong blow at my knee and I almost fell down. Wtf kicked me?, I thought to myself. I turned around and found my aunt’s back bumper inches away from me. Oh my. My aunt just knocked me while reversing the car.

I was confused. Took me a few seconds to digest what just happened. When I heard my friends giggling at me(OR my aunt), I felt embarassed. So we moved behind a little to allow my aunt to reverse the car better.

*continues to chat*

I felt another strong blow at my knee. I turned around really confused and found my aunt’s back bumper inches away from my knee again! WTH! Was she doing it on purpose?, I thought. I brushed off that idea as soon as the fact that she got her license after the 9th driving test she sat, crossed my mind.

To not let the history repeat itself for the third time, I went into the class leaving my friends behind, giggling.

It was really embarassing. Told my mum later and she couldnt stop laughing at me(not with me; I wasnt laughing).

The end of the trilogy.