As she put the key into the ignition of the bearly-running, rusty old '83 Volvo 142, she half-expected the car to not roar to life like other cars normally did. The volvo sputtered at first, but then feebly roared to life spitting out black smoke from the exhaust as it did.
She buckled her seatbelt, and double-checked for the tickets in her glove compartment. As she did, she realised how much she despised the name for the glove compartment seeing as she never put gloves in there, and seeing as the only things it held were papers and memorablia of previously attended concerts, and hockey games. When she saw the tickets were in their place, in their envelope, she closed the squeaky, little "glove compartment".
The stereo was down and when she put the volume up, her Kansas tape she bought once at a flee market blared "Carry on My Wayward Son", she smiled to herself as she took the tape out and placed it back into its case. She grabbed the Mix CD she specifically made for this occasion titled "Jenny in my Car" and put it into the CD slot. The first song that played was by Broken Social Scene.
Elisabeth put the car into ignition and and sped off to the highway, excited for what the day would bring for her and her best friend Jenny. Expecting the day to fullfill itself in all its glory. For months now she waited for this to come and now she was finally on her way. It was like a dream to her, a dream that was finally coming true.