A long time ago when I was in 8th grade I had gotten into the wrong car. Here's the story:
I was in my last class of the day and was ready to go home. The last bell had rung and I was ready to go, in the halls there was so many students shoving each other trying to get through. I made it out of the crowd and opened the door to get out of school. Outside there's lines of cars where parents are waiting for their child to get out. As I was walking to my moms car there were two of the exact same car, I opened the car door, got in, and looked in the mirror and realized it wasn’t my mom. I say “you're not my mom” and I open the door and get out of the car as fast I could. I then get into my moms car and act like it never happened. It was definitely
I was in my last class of the day and was ready to go home. The last bell had rung and I was ready to go, in the halls there was so many students shoving each other trying to get through. I made it out of the crowd and opened the door to get out of school. Outside there's lines of cars where parents are waiting for their child to get out. As I was walking to my moms car there were two of the exact same car, I opened the car door, got in, and looked in the mirror and realized it wasn’t my mom. I say “you're not my mom” and I open the door and get out of the car as fast I could. I then get into my moms car and act like it never happened. It was definitely