I leave from school and get to the intersection and put on a left turn signal. It's about 3:05. About six minutes later, I'm still waiting for traffic to clear so I can turn. I think I see an opening, so I go for it.
I hear the screech of brakes.
Ka-Boom!
It was, of course, all my fault.
Luckily, no one was hurt.
It was my first car crash and I felt terrible about it.
The guy that hit me was a sketchy looking black dude in a black car.
I apologized and he said it was ok.
He asked me if I was hurt and I told him I was fine.
He asked for my contact information and I gave it to him.
Then I asked him for his contact information.
He told me "My name's Fualaau. F-U-A-L-A-A-U. That's my first and my last name. and My phone number is 336-581-9726"
As I was calling my mom he told me "I gotta go pick up my little sister but I'll be right back, ok?"
I thought that was kind of suspicious because you're when you're in a wreck you're supposed to stick around and wait for the police to arrive, but I nodded and he drove off. Being the idiot that I am, I didn't think to write down his license plate number.
Soon a cop shows up and I relate my story to him, and my parents show up about ten minutes later.
The cop dials the guy's number and finds out that the number has been disconnected.
The cop said that since I was the one that was at fault but the other guy drove off, he either (A) didn't have a license, (B) didn't have insurance, or (C) had "something" in his car.
I'm tired of typing, so I'm stopping here.