Ran Over a Dog

I was so scared. The poor thing was just lying on the ground, not moving, not anything. It was only my second day officially driving with my license. I remember the nervous energy that went through my body as I thought about the ramifications of what had happened. Could they take my license?

I tried to make the dog get up and walk away, but he was clearly dead. I didn't see anyone around who had seen me hit me, and in a last ditch effort to avoid trouble, I pushed his body over to the side walk and rushed back to my car. I still wish that I would have tried to find the owner, but I was so afraid at the time, that I just sped away, hoping no one would ever know it was me.