My lowest value

The thing I value the least is my father's ford mustang. I say this because he thinks that I'm going to crash it, drive crazy with it and and lift it to over 80 miles per hour. My mother also will not let me use the mustang because she knows what I am capable of doing with it. If my father will ever let me use the mustang I have to prove to him that I drive like him.

This all started when my brother was 16 years old. My brother took out my father's mustang without permission. He thought that he can be mr. badass until he was caught by my mother. My brother got pale when my mom was right behind him checking out if he parked the car exactly like my dad. My mother told my brother before she caught him to tell her the truth that he was taking out the car. My mom was so mad at him she toll my brother bad words and get out of my house.

This is how it started with not able for me to use my father's car. My brother and I fight about who will get the car when my father pass away. From what I think I will be the one who will get the car. If I do get to use the mustang I will like to one of my parents to come with me. But for now this will be the thing that I value the least.

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