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- Chapter 3 - Mistake
"Geliy- we should stop."
Melissa turned, peering through the rear window at the truck.
"We can't stop!" Geliy exclaimed, pushing the gas pedal to the floor. The car roared forward obediently.
"But the driver- he might be hurt. He slammed right into the concrete embankment."
"He's okay," Geliy said calmly, eyes straight ahead, her features set. "He's a truck driver, Mel. He'll radio for help if he needs it."
"But what if he's really hurt?" Melissa insisted. "I mean, we made him crash."
"No, we didn't" Geliy replied softly. "Melly, you know we can't stop. We don't want to get in trouble, do we?"
"I-I don't believe you. You're so- calm!" Melissa exclaimed, turning back to the front, readjusting her seat belt.
"He's fine," Geliy insisted, glancing in the outside mirror. "I can see him. He's outside the truck. He's okay."
"The crash was so loud," Melissa said, wrapping her arms around her chest as if shielding herself. "I was sure we were hit."
"Take a deep breath" Her sister, said.
"What good will that do!" Melissa spat. Nothing could calm her down not after that and.
"I don't know. Sounded like a good idea"
"How can you make jokes?"
"Well, were okay now," Geliy said, glancing in the mirror, slowing the car to sixty.
"What if they memorised our license number?" Melissa fretted.
Always there has to be always. Melissa shivered.
"He was too busy crashing to memorise any license numbers." Geliy laughed.
Melissa slumped down in the seat. I feel sick, she thought.
They drove on for a while in silence. Melissa closed her eyes and tried to force the sound of the crash, the squeal and the crunch of metal, out of her head. It made her remember.
"So you think we are going to find them?" Geliy asked after a while.
Melissa opened her eyes and glanced at the speedometer. Fifty-five. Well, she thought, at least the accident caused Geliy to slow down.
"Yeah," She answered. "But I hope they aren't serious like the others"
Geliy chuckled. "I like `em serious."
The couple of minutes they just were silence.
" Remember that battle?" Geliy recollected "Everyone was cheering for us. It was tremendous! We beat them. And when we walked out we all laughed watching Taloy kissing out to them. Sophia joined them-" Geliy stopped and stared at something.
"Hey, look at that hitchhiker" Geliy pointed out.
"Oh no!" Melissa declared firmly. "No way. No way, Geliy."
"Huh?"
"No way we're picking up a hitchhiker. Haven't we done enough?"
"Enough is never enough," Geliy said, her dark eyes glowing with excitement.
"Don't stop! I meant it!" Melissa insisted.
"But look how cute (1) he is," Geliy said, braking hard.
"Cute? He looks like a." Melissa stared at his face. "A killer."
"Don't exaggerate, Melly." Geliy said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.
"Stop calling me Melly. I really hate it."
"Stop acting that way then," Geliy said sharply. She pulled the car to the shoulder of the highway.
The hitchhiker shifted the canvas bag he was carrying and came trotting up to Melissa's side of the car. His blue hair dropped down she couldn't she his face. But she had already had a look at it.
"Geliy- I don't like this" Melissa said, unhappily.
Geliy laughed at her. "What could happen?"
Stolen Spirit: Short. I know! R&R to see what happens next!
Disclaimer: I used to own beyblade but I don't now.
- Chapter 3 - Mistake
"Geliy- we should stop."
Melissa turned, peering through the rear window at the truck.
"We can't stop!" Geliy exclaimed, pushing the gas pedal to the floor. The car roared forward obediently.
"But the driver- he might be hurt. He slammed right into the concrete embankment."
"He's okay," Geliy said calmly, eyes straight ahead, her features set. "He's a truck driver, Mel. He'll radio for help if he needs it."
"But what if he's really hurt?" Melissa insisted. "I mean, we made him crash."
"No, we didn't" Geliy replied softly. "Melly, you know we can't stop. We don't want to get in trouble, do we?"
"I-I don't believe you. You're so- calm!" Melissa exclaimed, turning back to the front, readjusting her seat belt.
"He's fine," Geliy insisted, glancing in the outside mirror. "I can see him. He's outside the truck. He's okay."
"The crash was so loud," Melissa said, wrapping her arms around her chest as if shielding herself. "I was sure we were hit."
"Take a deep breath" Her sister, said.
"What good will that do!" Melissa spat. Nothing could calm her down not after that and.
"I don't know. Sounded like a good idea"
"How can you make jokes?"
"Well, were okay now," Geliy said, glancing in the mirror, slowing the car to sixty.
"What if they memorised our license number?" Melissa fretted.
Always there has to be always. Melissa shivered.
"He was too busy crashing to memorise any license numbers." Geliy laughed.
Melissa slumped down in the seat. I feel sick, she thought.
They drove on for a while in silence. Melissa closed her eyes and tried to force the sound of the crash, the squeal and the crunch of metal, out of her head. It made her remember.
"So you think we are going to find them?" Geliy asked after a while.
Melissa opened her eyes and glanced at the speedometer. Fifty-five. Well, she thought, at least the accident caused Geliy to slow down.
"Yeah," She answered. "But I hope they aren't serious like the others"
Geliy chuckled. "I like `em serious."
The couple of minutes they just were silence.
" Remember that battle?" Geliy recollected "Everyone was cheering for us. It was tremendous! We beat them. And when we walked out we all laughed watching Taloy kissing out to them. Sophia joined them-" Geliy stopped and stared at something.
"Hey, look at that hitchhiker" Geliy pointed out.
"Oh no!" Melissa declared firmly. "No way. No way, Geliy."
"Huh?"
"No way we're picking up a hitchhiker. Haven't we done enough?"
"Enough is never enough," Geliy said, her dark eyes glowing with excitement.
"Don't stop! I meant it!" Melissa insisted.
"But look how cute (1) he is," Geliy said, braking hard.
"Cute? He looks like a." Melissa stared at his face. "A killer."
"Don't exaggerate, Melly." Geliy said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.
"Stop calling me Melly. I really hate it."
"Stop acting that way then," Geliy said sharply. She pulled the car to the shoulder of the highway.
The hitchhiker shifted the canvas bag he was carrying and came trotting up to Melissa's side of the car. His blue hair dropped down she couldn't she his face. But she had already had a look at it.
"Geliy- I don't like this" Melissa said, unhappily.
Geliy laughed at her. "What could happen?"
Stolen Spirit: Short. I know! R&R to see what happens next!