Well, it's a Friday, and since I have NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO, like the loser I am, I'm writing a chapter. Just kidding, I'm not a loser, I'm just… lonely.
Wtf... On with the chapter…
"KYLE!" Ike screamed from the back seat, holding onto his knees for dear life.
I tried to sound calm, "Ike, just stay still okay?"
He nodded as I saw him do so in the rear view mirror.
We went through another huge turn, and I almost fell from my seat and onto Stan's side. I took a deep breath and grabbed his arm.
"Why are we running away from her?" I yell.
Stan shakes his head and frowns.
"Because we had to get away from her dude. She's an insane bitch!"
I nod, having to agree what he said. I looked at Wendy in the car behind us. She was determined. When she saw me looking, she hit the gas to hard, that she came driving right into us. Her car stopped a good twenty feet back, and slowly, ours began to slow down.
"Oh shit," Stan mutters, "Oh god dammit no! Not my car!" He unbuckled and hopped out of the car.
"YOU INSANE BITCH!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, pulling something from under his seat and running towards the girl's car.
It took me a few seconds to notice that it was an ice scraper.
He smashed the hood of Wendy's car, and in one quick movement, Wendy pushed the gas forward and hit into Stan.
I'm really sorry. I thought it would be better to give you this than nothing, because I started writing, and had to stop, and I just wanted to put this up for suspense purposes? Yeah. I need a life.