Car Donut Story

To friends:

When I got back to school the day after the incident, I started telling my closest friends what happened. I started by telling them where I was going, who I was with, and eventually got to the part where I was doing donuts.

“It was so fun, you should have been there!” I said, “Guess what happened next? I crashed the car.”

My friends bursted out laughing. Eventually, the news spread around and I got teased about it for the rest of the day, but it helped me feel better about crashing the car now that more people knew about it, until I had to confront my parents.

To parents:

When I got home, I greeted my parents normally, trying to stay calm. I went my room and sat there, thinking of how to explain what I had done to my parents.

When I found the courage to finally confront them, I went downstairs and told my dad I needed to show him something. I took him to the garage and showed him the damage. He didn’t look happy at all. We went inside and I began to tell him what happened. He seemed calmer than I had anticipated until I told him that I had crashed the car because I was doing donuts in a parking lot.

“You were doing what!?” he said as his eyes widened and his face turned red. At this point, my mom overheard our conversation and had joined in as well.

For what seemed like an eternity, my parents took turns lecturing the heck out of me until there was nothing else they could possibly say. For the rest of the night, I gave them some space to cool down and for me to think about what I did.

Now that I’m not allowed to use the car for the next few months or so, I won’t be doing donuts for a long time.