Chapter two: L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N
To Ally's misery the rain began to drizzle on her windshield again. Lost in thought she reached over at the front seat fumbling for her mobile to shamefully call her mum and explain her unemployment.
"Damn it!" she had forgotten about the ginger kid. Now she had no phone, no job, no money and no life. Ally tried to come up with a plan partly to drive out the windshield wipers infuriating squeaking.
*squeak squeaky squeak squeaky squeak*
She glanced back in her mirror checking traffic and caught sight of the remains of black and red around her eyes and the dreary sky. She felt the dampness of coffee off her clothes and the fear from being fired; it was all bubbling inside her.
She drew in a deep calming breath.
*BANG*
The air was knocked out of her as another car slammed into the side of her car. Both cars were now at the side of the road. Ally was unscathed; she wished she could say the same for her car which was now sporting no wing mirror and a smashed in door with another car virtually attached to it. That was the last straw, everything bubbled out of control. She flung open her car door.
"THAT IS IT! I've already had a bad day, which might I add includes a near car crash with a psycho granny who managed to make it away with my wing mirror; then a heap of shit after that incident. But nooooooo that wasn't enough of a hell right? Now THIS!"
She was laughing hysterically now.
"Of course this morning isn't bad enough. Nothing is bad enough. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW GOD? WAS THIS FUNNY ENOUGH FOR YOU?" She started yelling at the sky giving it all the hand gestures that man had created.
The driver stepped out of his already open car door. He raised both palms in a peace offering.
"I am so sorry. Really." He said forcing himself to choke down his laughter at her entertaining break down.
Ally drew breath, panting and deflated having vented all her energy at the sky. She looked at the man beside her.
He wore a close fitting dark t-shirt that complemented his dark caramel complexion with a small gold cross around his neck. Beneath his grey fedora was a mass of dark waves and a pair of Ray Banns. There was something impish in his perfect smile as his mouth twitched trying to keep a straight face. Another coloured guy got out of the front seat.
"So maybe I was wrong. It is a bad idea to eat fried chicken and drive, Bruno." He bit his lip at the sight of carnage.