Escaped convicts

As any of you who have read my previous postings know, my parents grounded me from my car. Today, I took an early lunch, 30 minutes early to be exact. I had one of my friends drive me to Subway and take me back from there. It was entertaining mearly because, every thirty seconds I would look over my shoulder at the road to see if my dad was driving.
God forbid I might actually be out getting lunch. My stomach was eating itself.
So then we got in the car, me, my friend, and my footlong sweet onion chicken teriyaki sub on italian herb and cheese bread (that's the third footlong sub I have eaten in a week. Simply amazing), and as we drove back to the school, I crouched my all of my 5' 11" body in the smallest shape I possibly could while my friend was yelling at cars in front of her and keeping a lookout for my dad. It was swell.
So apart from being an escaped convict for the day, everything has been mostly normal.
Normal. How peculiar. I'm just waiting for something else to go wrong. *knock on wood.