We finally arrived. After days of being stuck inside a car with a complete stranger, we were here! In Oklahoma City! It was very busy, and it was like NYC, but New York was always busy. It was nothing compared to NYC!
It looked friendly! I didn't see any robbers, any drunks, well maybe very few like one, and everyone smiled when they passed by me. One guy in particular, was wearing a cowboy hat and when he passed by me he took off his hat and said, "Hello!" I bet this is the good part. The bad part was probably on the other side of the city, kind of like me, I grew up in a bad neighborhood, there were always crimes! But over here, it was like a fairytale land!
The Social Worker, Miss. Simpson, led me to a spot where we were probably supposed to meet Dallas.
"He's late." Miss. Simpson said in an annoyed sort of tone.
"Don't worry, he'll be here, he has to right? I mean he'll get arrested! He'll get put in the slammer!" I told her.
"Oh Anna, please! You are such a chatterbox!" Miss. Simpson said.
I guess I am kind of a chatter box, once I start talking, there's no way to stop me. My History teacher, Mr. Welford, called me Mrs. Chatty, I don't know why he would say Mrs. Though, and I'm not married! We got into a talk about that. I told him that I'm not married and that I'm a Miss.
"Anna, we get it! Please Anna stop talking Mrs. Chatty!"
After a while we kept arguing about it, but then he threatened me to keep me after so I shut my trap.
I smoothed out my yellow dress with red flowers on it. I wanted to make myself look "presentably," as Miss. Simpson would say. I made sure that my dark- brown hair was kept in a tight French braid running down my back; it stopped right in the middle of my back. I made sure that my sky blue eyes were glowing.
After about a half an hour, a green, old convertible pulled up. That was Dallas. Funny, I forgot how he looked. The last time I saw him was when I was eight. You don't really remember much when you're eight.
Dallas walked out of the car. His jeans were ripped, he was wearing a navy T-shirt, and a leather jacket over it. He took off his sun glasses scanned me and then looked at Miss. Simpson.
"Mr. Dallas Winston?" Miss. Simpson questioned him.
"Don't have to be so formal honey." Dallas said in a teasing way.
"First of all, I will refer to you as Mr. Winston since you are the legal guardian of this child; second, you don't call me honey. You will call me Mrs. Simpson." Mrs. Simpson snapped at him.
I am not a child! I've been home alone so many times that I know what to do in any kind of emergency.
"Easy there." Dallas said.
Dallas signed some forms and when Miss. Simpson left he jerked me and pushed me into the car.
"Excuse me, but you should not do that, it's not the nice thing to do Mr. Winston." I said meanin' to be wise.
"You're a smartass kid." Dallas replied.
"Well then good luck with raising me because this is how I will act everyday." I fired back at him.
"Your dress is short too; you look like you want boys to look at those tooth picks of yours." Dallas told me.
"Nope, I don't want any boys looking up my legs, I love being single, WEEEEEEEE!" I shouted with all of my energy bursting out.
"Then why is your dress so damn short."
"Excuse me, but mom and dad never bought me new clothes smarty."
Dallas grunted.
The car ride there was so fun. I took pictures of everything I saw.
"SAY CHESSE!" I screamed on the top of my lungs as I took a suprise photo of Dallas.
"God damn it Anna!" Dallas said as he went a little off the road.
I was laughing hysterically.
"There is one thing you should know about me, I hate little kids." Dallas explained to me.
"Excuse me." I replied.
"But I am not a little kid, I am fourteen."
"That's young to me." Dally said.
I went into my backpack and pulled out a Clementine I saved for the road.
"KAMIKAZE!" I shouted as I threw it in the front of the car.
"ANNA YOU LITTLE PUNK!" He screamed back at me.
"Anna isn't home right now; please leave a message after the beep, beeeeeeeeep." I replied hiding beneath the seat.
Silence.
"Dally; you have to leave a message."
Dally said some words that I shouldn't repeat.
"Heheheā¦." I said quietly.
After about twenty minutes, we arrived.
"Time to meet the gang." Dally told me.
The gang? Dally has a gang? Oh god they're going to be like the gangs in my neighborhood.
I got out of the car nervously.
