It was one of the most exhilarating times of my life.
And considering my indoor attitude there weren't many moments as beautiful as this.
I could feel the slow motion of a car driving at a speed chosen for a highway.
My head was rested uncomfortable but manageable against the door.
The window in front of me in shotgun rolled down wind whipping against my face.
Hot sun against my skin gave a warm feeling and the passing of desert and blue sky seemed familiar.
I couldn't remember much which slightly scared me.
I was in a normal outfit.
A lace tank, checkered unbuttoned shirt, jeans, and sandels.
My hair was pulled into the normal ponytail.
What was different was this was a red mustang with the top up.
My parents owned a silver Toyota.
Yet who were my parents.
I could remember them but then I could remember the summers with Charlie and the endlessly adventurous days with Renee or as I referred to them dad and mom.
And then there was the realization of Bella.
My sister.
I had a little sister not a big sister.
I was in Twilight.
Jesus Chr-sorry-Pickles.
