Christine Lindstrom
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My Expulsion Story
At the beginning of my sophomore year in high school, I was walking home from school by myself when about a 1/4 mile away from my house a white car stopped next to me. The driver rolled the window down and cheerfully asked if I needed a ride. I politely declined, but didn’t give him the information that I was almost home, which luckily at the time I was smart enough to know was a bad idea. I continued walking, but the white car kept up with my pace. “Come on, it’s cold outside. I can give you a ride” I once again declined, more firmly this time. This seemed to make him realize I wouldn’t get in his car so he drove away. I had a weird feeling that he wasn’t actually gone yet so instead of going straight home I went the long way around, and after turning the last corner I saw a flash of the white car as it sped away in the other direction. By now I was scared shitless and went into my house through the back window. My parents weren’t home at the time so the door was locked but I went around and locked all the windows and stayed in my room for the rest of the night. At dinner that night I told my dad what had happened and even where it happened. His response was that I should walk with a friend or get a ride home. Right.
By Christine Lindstrom4 years ago in Motivation