The Hitchhiker
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Chapter 1
Gabriella had to get out of this town out of Albuquerque. She wasn't going to marry that man that her father wanted her to. Jack Van Harris was a sleaze and a con man. She didn't want to be associated with him, she was even attracted to him. She hated the man.
After stressing her hatred at the top of her voice and how she would not marry him. Her dad had kicked her out with nothing but a few hundred bucks.
This was why she was now walking up the I-40 East Coronado Freeway towards Santa Rosa. With only a backpack and the clothes on her back.
Car after car passed her but no one glanced her way. So the midday sun was beating down on her and she had to stop.
She went up an exit to a little café. Relived her bladder, filled her stomach and bought some water for the journey.
Her attention then turned to the gas station next door where she could get come food later and the next day so she didn't have to stop.
She wanders in grab a couple of cheap sandwiches and crisps and was soon on her way back up the freeway.
Soon it became 6pm and the freeway was choker with cars that were almost bumper to bumper going home from work.
"Hey miss," called someone
She ignored them and carried on, on her journey.
"Hey miss," the voice called again
Gabriella looked over her shoulder to see a guy she vaguely recognizes but whether it was someone she knew from high school, her dad or Jack she didn't know. So she continued on her way.
"Hey miss," called the guy again
Gabriella stopped and looked at him.
"Gabriella Montez," says the guy from his car
"How do I know you?" asks Gabriella
"High school I'm Troy Bolton," says the guy
"Do you know my dad?" asks Gabriella
"No," says Troy
"Do you know Jack Van Harris?" asks Gabriella
"I heard of him but I've never meet him," says Troy
"Then why are you talking to me?" asks Gabriella
"Thought you might need a ride somewhere," says Troy
"I'm fine," says Gabriella
"So you trying to get away from you dad and this Jack Van Harris guy?" asks Troy
"Listen I don't remember you. So stop trying to be nice to me like it's some wildcat duty of the past or whatever and go on your way," says Gabriella
"Where you doing?" asks Troy
"None of you business," answers Gabriella and she keeps walking
By the time Troy see her again. She is about 2 miles up the freeway. But by now he reckons she might be tired and hot and maybe want a ride even if it's to the end of the freeway.
"Gabriella," he calls
"You again?" asks Gabriella turning round
"Yup," says Troy popping the p and pulling up next to her in the lay by.
"I don't want a lift," says Gabriella
"Not even to the end of the freeway?" asks Troy
"No I turn off at junction 139 for john Kilpatrick turnpike," says Gabriella
"That's ages away," says Troy
"I'll walk I'm fine," says Gabriella
"It'll take you at least another 2 if not 3 hours by foot. It'll take about 30 minutes in the car," says Troy
"I don't know if I can trust you," says Gabriella
"Well you just going to have to find out," says Troy
Gabriella stands there and weighs her options. Get sunstroke and be exhausted not to mention the blisters. Or sit in a nice air conditioned car and rest.
"Well I guess you've got yourself a hitchhiker," says Gabriella getting the car.
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