"God damn it!"
Ray dug in her backpack for the keys to her pickup. The red truck was baking in the noon heat, and the rolled-up windows weren't helping.
"Ah!" she exclaimed as she brought the jangling bits of metal up from the very bottom of the bag. Ray shoved them into the ignition, pumped three times, then finally started the car. She backed up out of the space in the school parking lot and drove towards the exit of the lot as smoothly as she could.
Suddenly, she felt a jolt from the rear of the car. She whipped her head around, her entire brown ponytail hitting her in the face as she tried to see through the small window. Giving a groan of disgust, she killed the motor and opened her door, standing on the edge to see what happened.
Some Porsche-driving teenybopper had rammed into Ray's rear while she was yammering on her cell-phone and talking to her three friends at the same time. Ray cursed under her breath and hopped down to survey the damage.
Thankfully, nothing was wrong with her fender. At least, nothing that really mattered or even grossed in the top twenty of her life's problems. One more scratch added to the countless other marks on the back end of her pickup. She shrugged and turned to get back in the truck.
"Hey! Hey you! Where the hell do you think you're going? You're gonna have to give me your info, girl! You're gonna pay for my paint job and bodywork!" the preppy chick demanded as she had seen what happened to her car. The entire front bumper was a twisted hunk of metal and the driver's side light was smashed into thousands of plastic pieces that glittered like diamonds on the burning asphault.
Ray swung herself into the driver's seat and pumped the ignition. She yelled out her window, which was rolled down because of the lack of A/C.
"I'll be glad to, once you claim in court that you weren't using a handheld cell-phone while you were operating your car. If that situation should come to pass, I'll be glad to call your company and have the printout delivered of the times and locations of all your recent calls."
"You can't-…"
"I believe I can and I also believe that is what is commonly referred to as a 'checkmate'. Have a nice day."
And with that, Ray pulled out of the lot.