Did you make it to chapter 2?
It wasn't much of a drive, freeway exit after freeway exit, she thought to herself as she pulled into one of the largest parking structures she had seen since moving to LA. She shook her head, "I need to get out more."
As she began her mindless hunt for a safe place to park her Mini, her mind wandered back to Ohio, her home of nineteen years, her life, and her love. She gripped the steering wheel at the thought of her love and again those same golden brown eyes flashed inside her mind, only to quickly vanish when a horn honked from behind her. "Thanks a lot jerk."
It took a couple levels to find a place to park and she was relieved to find one in between a well maintained black Hummer and cute little black Porsche. Hopefully the hummer doesn't eat Mini for breakfast, she thought. As she exited her car, she patted the black Hummers mirror, "Eat the Porsche; I think it'd be more filling."
"I'm not lost, I'm just exploring." She mimicked her own words in a childish sing song voice. She hadn't wanted help from the man and she blamed her brother for her lack of ability to stop and ask for directions. "Thank you Glen!" she hissed, just as she stumbled upon the registration office. She also had to thank them, or rather Clay, for her very innate sense of direction as well.
She and Glen were practically twins, in that they looked the same. Both with their blonde locks of hair, Glens more curly and hers more straight. Straight, she thought, Glen and she were so much alike she often told him, "You like trucks, and I like trucks. You like fishing, and I like fishing. You like Willa from down the street and I like…"
"CAN I HELP YOU?" A loud voice rang out bringing her back from her memory.
"Hi yes, I'm Spencer Carlin and I need to drop off the rest of my registration papers."
