Copyright note: I don't own anything apart from my character, Maria bercovitch..

Chapter one: Move it or lose it!

Maria bercovitch drove down the deserted highway in her silver BMW, singing along to a song that was playing on the radio. She happily tapped her fingers on the steering wheel whilst bobbing her head side to side.

She had short white hair with brown underneath tied into two pigtails which fell below her shoulders, framing her heart shaped face. Her eyes were the kind of green that looked like a meadow after a heavy rain storm. She had a few brown freckles on her cheeks, giving her that cute, innocent look and full lips. Her eyebrows were arched emphasising her eyes and her nose was small and sharp. Stereotypically speaking, she looked like a very cute country girl.

Once the song had ended she sighed to herself and turned the volume down switching between different radio stations. She was on her way to a surprise visit for her best friend, Lizzie who had just got engaged.

Maria continued to switch radio stations due to the sudden interface of preaching and religious debates. She groaned to herself and turned her radio off completely. Suddenly, out of know were, a heavy feeling hit her as if she was instantly afraid but she didn't know why. She scanned the roads and glanced in her review mirror to check for signs of other people for reassurance. She was alone on the road or so she thought. The feeling grew stronger as if something bad was about to happen or something was coming after her and wasn't very far behind.

Pulling over, Maria went in search for some CDs to listen to. She flicked through some old time classics and wasn't satisfied until one fell on the floor accidently. She bent down to pick it up and was startled by a loud passing vehicle.

It's horn roared, two syllables followed by the intense noise of the exhaust before bashing the corner of her car and speeding away. He must have slowed down and purposely swivelled his vehicle quickly, to hit hers. She was parked of from the road after all so it's not like the driver could hit her car repeatedly.

Maria quickly lifted her head up to catch a slight glimpse of the vehicle, it seemed to be an old beaten down 1941 Chevy Coe truck with rusty paint peeling away from it and blacked out windows. Unfortunately the truck was too far ahead to get a glimpse of the licence plate.

Her car door swung open and she stepped out to inspect the damage, pulling up her shorts as she got out. Subconsciously her jaw dropped as she saw the damage. He did hit her with great speed after all, and the truck looked to be bigger than any other Chevy Coe she had seen.

The bottom piece of her car at the back was hanging off, her headlights and were on the floor with pieces of red glass shattered everywhere. The car looked like it was turning in on itself, showing the amount of force that was used to destroy the rear end of her car and her licensed plate was now unreadable.

Maria thought herself lucky as she pulled over when she did however she was now determined to follow this person and confront to why he felt the need to play a hit and run game on her. Maria stepped back into her car eagerly and slammed the door shut, driving off after this creep. Little did she know the treat she was in for.

Thanks for reading, I need three reviews to write the next chapter or something another xD

Me: Doone! *admires work*

JC: Urgh another one..?

Me: Yah, you're amazing!

JC:.. Not that amazing.. *Looks at me strangely*