Lexi wasn't new to her life sucking. Terrible boyfriends, shitty band mates, and having made the WORST choice of leaving Charming. After three years on the road she just couldn't do it anymore. Her label and boyfriend dumped her. I can't believe this is happening... she thought to herself as she took the final step off the bus and into the blazing California sun. She glanced up at the clock perched on the bus terminal wall 11:32 AM. Everyone was sure to be at the lot by now and with it being Sunday, Lexi wasn't doubting that her father was passed out on the couch in the clubhouse. I need a ride.
She raised her hand to an incoming taxi, it screeched to a halt in front of her. "132 Terrance Tr." she said with a straight face as she climbed in. The driver nodded and started the meter.
"Business or pleasure?" the driver asked sneaking a glance at Lexi in the rear view mirror.
"Neither. Family." she stared out at the passing desert.
"Sounds like pleasure to me" he retorted
She scoffed. "You don't know my family."
A half hour later the taxi stopped in front of single story home. Its white color faded from years of neglect. The yard overgrown, it looked as if no one had lived there in years. Lexi paid the driver and stepped into the driveway of the worn down home.
"Seriously pops? You better have taken care of my baby while I was gone." Lexi said laying her backpack on the sidewalk and flipping her wavy brown hair over and tying it in a messy bun. A car sat on the side of the house, neatly tucked on top was a tan cover. Lexi grabbed a hold of the cover and began pulling it up over the car and to the rear bumper, finally throwing it off the back bumper.
"There you are baby." Lexi ran her hand down the dark blue side panel. "Mommas home." she pulled on the door handle knowing dad would never lock it. Lexi grabbed her bag and tossed it in the passenger seat. "Lets see if your as predictable as I think you are..."
She flipped open the sun visor and there they were. The keys jingled as they hit her lap. Thank god ...she thought sticking the keys into the ignition and bringing the 1967 camaro to life. It roared and vibrated underneath her. She needed this, she needed this BAD. Lexi pushed the car into gear and peeled out of the driveway. Surely someone was bound to call the cops. She smiled imagining the look on her fathers face when he realized it was gone.
Lexi hit the open highway out of town. The "Now Leaving Charming" sign was barely legible as she sped past. I'll be back, but for now... lets see what this baby can do.
