Oh Lordie Jesus. So, this morning I woke up because my brother texted me to come pick him up at a friend's house. I don't know where he lives, so I put it into the GPS. I back out of the garage while I'm fiddling with the GPS and I BAMSHWEXPLOSION! into the garage door. D:

Poor Betty lost the side mirror - it flew off and almost hit the mailbox. Anddddd the part of the car where the tire is crunched in a bit. My dad said I had a knee jerk reaction and hit the gas for a second. I don't remember what I did. Anyways, the door was scuffed up a bit as well, but no real frame or inner parts were damaged. The garage door got a bit damaged but it can close.

So my parents weren't home and I was like sobbing and hyperventilating and my neighbor Gary came over and helped me calm down and call my parents. My mom came home, calmed me down a bit. I was so scared about my dad and my mom being super pissed at me and being grounded for life. Then my dad came home and both of them didn't yell at me at all. They told me they were expecting an accident sooner than later. And that my dad had done the exact same thing when he was 16.

SO. On Monday we go and see how much it will cost. Insurance will cover all but a thousand and I have to pay the thousand, but I have the money.