Ok. Why do I have so much trouble adding chapters? Each time I try I mess
up somehow! ROAR!
Melanie Darling: Yay! Someone who likes my story! Thank you for saying something nice. ( :
Moi: You love my story? Really?? Wow that's wicked cool! ( ;
I'm going to try and make it a bit easier to read, to those who have a slight concentration problem it'll be better.
Also, this story is going to have an end. It's not going to be one of those stories that keep on going like the song that never ends and your like end already!
Ok the story now:
Her eyes were entranced. Thud thud went Chris' dirty black combat boots on the black pavement. They were in a rhythm and in tune with her heart beat. Her long legs carried her across the isolated parking lot and to a white car.
"I know. This seems strange. Just can you get in the car?" he asked and gave a sharp smile. The sun blazed in Vicky's eyes and annoyed her (damn sun go away!) and the stupid buzzing bug next to her was so obnoxious too. So she convinced herself to get in the car. It made sense at the time. Sun being mean and hurting her eyes and causing dizziness, bug scheming its evil plan to bite her equals get in car.
"Ok." She told him and got in the passenger seat. As she looked out the spotted window the first thing that ran through her mind was that she wanted some Domino's Pizza. Although quite nearly after that she worried what was going on.
Call her food deprived, call her angry at the sun and bug. Call her lonely, sick of Spanish class. Call her a fool in love. Call her whatever the hell you want. But don't call her stupid.
She may have been a lot of things but she wasn't stupid.
She didn't know that something was up. Ok so perhaps some clues should have warned her but she had her mind full so she didn't see what was right in front of her. Like for example the black 666 air freshener that smelled like the beach that dangled from the mirror. And maybe the fact that Chris' normally sultry black hair was now tinged with a slight red?
It was time for some answers. Vicky's mouth opened but Chris' slim hand flicked on the radio and turned the volume up so that the car shook. Well that was pretty rude, thought Vicky.
For a moment her eyes were on Chris' slender fingers that were tapping the steering wheel and then to his dark mysterious eyes that seemed to be in another world. Then the car began to accelerate.
His boot was pressing firmer and firmer on the gas pedal and there was a dull gleam in his eyes. The 666 air freshener swung to and fro madly and the rock song kept out any outer sounds. Hey, all the cars are gone! It's only us! Vicky realized. It felt kind of exciting but a little scary too.
She checked the speedometer. It read 80 mi per h. They passed a sign that read 30 mi per h. Uh Oh. The world zoomed by in a blur and she was forced forward against her seat belt.
"Chris I think we're going a little fast!" Vicky yelled nervously to Chris who by now looked like he had no control what so ever of the car or himself.
"WHAT?" he asked but didn't look over.
"YOU ARE DRIVING TOO FAST! SLOW DOWN OK?" this time she hollered. This was her life and she was not in any mood to die yet. I mean she still had to read Harry Potter 6 and 7 when ever they finally come out and her family would miss her. As would her friends. And is she died she'd never get to hear 80's music again! NOO!
"Its ok. Darling'. Just relax. We'll be there soon." It was only a whisper and yet Vicky heard it clearly for some reason. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the sides of her seat with white knuckles. She told herself to trust him. Besides there was nothing she could do. And like what if she did something like jump out of the car and then find out Chris was only speeding because he liked the thrill of it? She'd be ashamed for ever.
She opened her eyes and looked out the window, wondering where they where going and also, what everyone in Spanish class was doing now. What a freaky Friday it was turning out to be. She couldn't wait to write it in her diary.
Melanie Darling: Yay! Someone who likes my story! Thank you for saying something nice. ( :
Moi: You love my story? Really?? Wow that's wicked cool! ( ;
I'm going to try and make it a bit easier to read, to those who have a slight concentration problem it'll be better.
Also, this story is going to have an end. It's not going to be one of those stories that keep on going like the song that never ends and your like end already!
Ok the story now:
Her eyes were entranced. Thud thud went Chris' dirty black combat boots on the black pavement. They were in a rhythm and in tune with her heart beat. Her long legs carried her across the isolated parking lot and to a white car.
"I know. This seems strange. Just can you get in the car?" he asked and gave a sharp smile. The sun blazed in Vicky's eyes and annoyed her (damn sun go away!) and the stupid buzzing bug next to her was so obnoxious too. So she convinced herself to get in the car. It made sense at the time. Sun being mean and hurting her eyes and causing dizziness, bug scheming its evil plan to bite her equals get in car.
"Ok." She told him and got in the passenger seat. As she looked out the spotted window the first thing that ran through her mind was that she wanted some Domino's Pizza. Although quite nearly after that she worried what was going on.
Call her food deprived, call her angry at the sun and bug. Call her lonely, sick of Spanish class. Call her a fool in love. Call her whatever the hell you want. But don't call her stupid.
She may have been a lot of things but she wasn't stupid.
She didn't know that something was up. Ok so perhaps some clues should have warned her but she had her mind full so she didn't see what was right in front of her. Like for example the black 666 air freshener that smelled like the beach that dangled from the mirror. And maybe the fact that Chris' normally sultry black hair was now tinged with a slight red?
It was time for some answers. Vicky's mouth opened but Chris' slim hand flicked on the radio and turned the volume up so that the car shook. Well that was pretty rude, thought Vicky.
For a moment her eyes were on Chris' slender fingers that were tapping the steering wheel and then to his dark mysterious eyes that seemed to be in another world. Then the car began to accelerate.
His boot was pressing firmer and firmer on the gas pedal and there was a dull gleam in his eyes. The 666 air freshener swung to and fro madly and the rock song kept out any outer sounds. Hey, all the cars are gone! It's only us! Vicky realized. It felt kind of exciting but a little scary too.
She checked the speedometer. It read 80 mi per h. They passed a sign that read 30 mi per h. Uh Oh. The world zoomed by in a blur and she was forced forward against her seat belt.
"Chris I think we're going a little fast!" Vicky yelled nervously to Chris who by now looked like he had no control what so ever of the car or himself.
"WHAT?" he asked but didn't look over.
"YOU ARE DRIVING TOO FAST! SLOW DOWN OK?" this time she hollered. This was her life and she was not in any mood to die yet. I mean she still had to read Harry Potter 6 and 7 when ever they finally come out and her family would miss her. As would her friends. And is she died she'd never get to hear 80's music again! NOO!
"Its ok. Darling'. Just relax. We'll be there soon." It was only a whisper and yet Vicky heard it clearly for some reason. She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the sides of her seat with white knuckles. She told herself to trust him. Besides there was nothing she could do. And like what if she did something like jump out of the car and then find out Chris was only speeding because he liked the thrill of it? She'd be ashamed for ever.
She opened her eyes and looked out the window, wondering where they where going and also, what everyone in Spanish class was doing now. What a freaky Friday it was turning out to be. She couldn't wait to write it in her diary.