My Teacher Ate My Brain (2012)
“ “What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I don’t know how to drive,” she admitted.
I’m nowhere near old enough to take my test yet, either, but I’ve driven the tractor on my uncle’s farm a few times.
“I’ll do it.”
Lydia tossed me the keys and ran round to jump in the passenger seat. I started the engine, released the handbrake — and we were off.
We roared past the camp site’s offices and the small shop and cafe — all locked up and dark — and we’d driven a couple of hundred metres along the ca...useway before the engine stalled. It was probably just as well; the tide was still in and covering the road. All I could see was black, churning water. One false move and we’d end up in the sea.
I turned the key, spinning the starter motor over. Nothing. I tried again. Just a groaning whirr. The engine wouldn’t start.
“What are you doing?” demanded Lydia. I could hear the panic rising in her voice.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Start the engine!”MoreLess
“I don’t know how to drive,” she admitted.
I’m nowhere near old enough to take my test yet, either, but I’ve driven the tractor on my uncle’s farm a few times.
“I’ll do it.”
Lydia tossed me the keys and ran round to jump in the passenger seat. I started the engine, released the handbrake — and we were off.
We roared past the camp site’s offices and the small shop and cafe — all locked up and dark — and we’d driven a couple of hundred metres along the ca...useway before the engine stalled. It was probably just as well; the tide was still in and covering the road. All I could see was black, churning water. One false move and we’d end up in the sea.
I turned the key, spinning the starter motor over. Nothing. I tried again. Just a groaning whirr. The engine wouldn’t start.
“What are you doing?” demanded Lydia. I could hear the panic rising in her voice.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Start the engine!”MoreLess
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