“Taylor you need to wake up.”
She sounded pissed, maybe I had overslept and Ella was coming soon to pick me up.
I open my eyes and glance at the clock. It’s only noon, she isn’t coming for another four hours.
“There has been a small accident with your car.”
She wasn’t pissed, it was more of she was still panicking from hearing my father scream from outside as the car began to roll. She had jumped up from her seat in her closet to run outside to help him because he was doing yardwork and she thought he had cut himself with the trimmers. My mother doesn’t run.

I jump out of bed. I know exactly what has happened before I ever make it outside. It has rolled down the hill it is parked on. My worst nightmare. Of course in my nightmare it rolls down the hill, off the curb, and into the neighbors house. Thankfully it just took out the mailbox, which it promptly got stuck on, and didn’t hurt anyone.

My dad starts yelling at me for leaving it in neutral and not putting my parking brake on. Wait… what? No, I know for a fact the parking brake was on because I double checked last night due to the wind, because the wind was so strong it would have blown it down the hill. Something happened, of course he doesn’t believe me. My plumber dad is suddenly an expert mechanic. 

I go back inside as tears begin to spill out from my eyes. I just got a job, I’m still going to school, my recruiters office in the next city. How am I supposed to get to these places without my car, which now has a hole in the radiator. 
When I go back outside, my dad has unlodged the car from the concrete anchor that held the mailbox in the ground and has parked it back up on top of the hill.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Not only is it back where the brake failed the first time, I can’t get under my car to look and see what else is broken from here. Thanks genius.

After all this, I finally realized what was even worse about all this. It’s Saturday, April 28th. Prom.