Proof The Bible Is True

Mr. Responsible. That’s me. My friends liked to joke about it, but I took things seriously. That’s why I was the one driving my three friends back to school after play practice.

The day was drizzly, so I was extra careful on I-35. I kept my eyes on the road, except for a quick glance in the rearview mirror. “Lauren!” I said. “Put on your seat belt!”

Lauren was sprawled sideways across the backseat with her foot on Matt’s knee. “We’re almost to the school, Marcus,” she said. “I want to keep my ankle elevated. I think I might have sprained it on stage.”

“That’s no good reason to take chances,” I said. “You never know what can happen on the interstate.

”I looked at Molly beside me in the passenger seat of my mom’s SUV. At least her seat belt was on.Lauren sighed and pulled out the seat belt. I hated to sound like a nag, but safety was important. I remembered back to my sixteenth birthday—the same day I took my driver’s test. Mom was so proud when I flashed her my new ID in the driveway, but not so proud she didn’t give me a lecture.

“Driving is a big responsibility,” she said. “You and your friends are precious cargo.”

“I know, Mom,” I said.

Hadn’t I proved myself by acing my driving test? What else did I need to be safe? Mom pulled something out of her pocket. “I trust you’ll always drive carefully,” she said. “But I want you to slip this clip on your visor for extra protection.

”She dropped a little round clip into my hand. It was a guardian angel. Mothers, I thought.

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