**stirring the pot some more by writing a SpongeBob fanfic (I said I'd do it someday). This came from a convo me and my mom had when we were at a red light and I said that the red lights were like scary eyes willing you to not go (I would say something like that. Ask my mom or my friends). So, yeah. Please review**
It was SpongeBob's first day of learning to drive. He felt both excited and nervous as he stepped out of his mother's boat-mobile. "Mom, is it normal to feel this nervous?" SpongeBob wanted to know.
"Of course it is," his mother said. "I was nervous too when I first started driving. You're going to be fine. Just relax and pretend the teacher isn't there."
"Are you sure?"
SpongeBob closed the door. "Bye, Mom."
"Bye, sweetie. Good luck. I'll be back to pick you up soon."
His mother drove off and SpongeBob sighed as he walked slowly to the door of the driving school. He opened the door and saw a blowfish sitting at a desk. "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm SpongeBob SquarePants."
The blowfish smiled at SpongeBob. "Nice to meet you, SpongeBob," the blowfish said. "I am Mrs. Puff. I assume you've learned things already."
"Then let's go get you behind the wheel."
SpongeBob's heart pounded as he followed Mrs. Puff to the boat-mobile. Mrs. Puff got into the passenger's seat and patted the driver's seat. "Go ahead. Sit down."
SpongeBob nervously sat down in the driver's seat, his hands shaking as he buckled himself up. "M-Mrs. Puff?"
"Is this safe?"
"Why, of course, SpongeBob. Are you feeling alright?"
"Y-Yeah. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Start the boat?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course." SpongeBob started the boat and looked at the steering wheel. He thought he saw a face appear into the steering wheel, telling him that he was making a big mistake. You can't drive, the voice seemed to say. If you do this, you're going to be stuck in hell for the rest of your life. Don't do it…
"Put it in drive," Mrs. Puff reminded.
"Of course," SpongeBob muttered, shaking the voice of the steering wheel out of his head. He looked at the lever. "Prindel?" he said. "What's prindel?"
"Are you talking about the letters PRNDL?"
"I know how to spell it."
"SpongeBob, it's not something you spell. It's an acronym short for Park, Reverse, Neutral, Drive and Level."
"Oh, okay. Gotcha." SpongeBob moved the lever to the D and put his foot on the gas pedal. He began to feel a bit calmer afterward until he reached a red light. The red light seemed to speak to him. Don't you dare go! the voice said. If you go, the will not be any justice for you. You'll get pulled over by the cops. You can beg for mercy, but they ain't gonna listen. You'll be in… SpongeBob screamed, hoping that the light would turn green soon. When it didn't, SpongeBob drove off, not caring about the red light, and he crashed into a brick wall.
"Phew! Glad that's over," SpongeBob sighed as he looked at Mrs. Puff, who had blown up to 10 times her size. "Mrs. Puff, are you okay?"
"No, I am NOT okay!" Mrs. Puff shouted angrily.
"Do I pass?"
"No. SpongeBob, I'm afraid you have failed your driving test, but could you do me a favor and call for the paramedics?"
"Yes, Mrs. Puff. Sorry, Mrs. Puff." SpongeBob went to the nearest telephone and called the paramedics, wondering what his mother was going to say when he told her that he didn't pass his driving test.