"I want to leave. Can we go, somewhere far, far away from this wretched town?" A petite blond girl sat in the passenger seat of an old ford truck. Her bright eyes were fixed on a dark haired boy. They were parked in an old abandoned field in the ripped up part of Westchester, New York. In the bed of said truck, were another small blond girl and tall football player. The football player had his hand around the blond girl's waist, and they were talking in fast rushed whispers.
"Why do you want to leave? We have everything here, all in the palm of our hands." The curly haired boy asked the girl.
"Do you really want that? I want to go somewhere. I refuse to let my life be stuck in this tiny place, and I can bet those to feel the same way." She gestured towards the two 17 year olds sitting in the back, still talking. There was an obvious distress in the older child's voice as he rubbed his hand soothing across the blue eyed girls back.
"Well, of course they feel the same. Or at least she does. Her whole life is ruined."
"Don't say that about her. We can't look at it like that." The girl spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting the youngest child to be hurt by her words.
"I understand that she has something to run from, but why are you?"
"I sick of this. I hate this town. I hate the people. I hate their stupid coach purses, and their little IPhones. This place fucking sucks and I don't want to end up like a Barbie like my mother. Can't you see what she did to my hair?" The once longed haired brunette beauty grabbed her now chest length blond hair, and pointed at it over dramatically.
"Calm down, I know you hate it, but give me one good reason as to why I should leave. Why should they leave?"
"Landon! Don't you get it? We can't keep living with everything being handed to us on a silver platter. Its' not fair! I don't want that, and I know somewhere deep down, you don't want that either. I can't let Kemps little girl come into this world with every one calling her poor mommy a slut, or a home wrecker. I can't let Claire sit here and take that god-damn ridicule when she didn't do anything fucking thing wrong! Okay? Do you here what I'm saying. I'm not going to wait and see what my mother does next, so I'm finding my way out of here, with your help or not. Are you in, or are you out?"
"Nikki, I'm hesitant."
"Tell me, are you in, or do I need another ride?"
"I'm in."
A/n- Short, I know. This story is sort-of kind of based off of Fast Car by Tracy Chapman, but you know, I'm not one to pay much attention to lyrics. Any who, if you didn't catch on, the bright-eyed petite blond girl is Nikki Dalton, the dark haired boy is Landon Crane, the tall 17 year old football player is Kemp Hurley, and the small blue eyed blond girl is Claire Lyons. I write about Claire too much, so I decided not to make her the main character in this story. Thanks for reading(:
-Michele