A red convertible pulled up in front of the Rattlesnake. The driver
honked the horn at Ellie. She stood up and hurried over to the car. Ellie
opened the side door and climbed in.
"Thanks for coming to get me, Paige," she said smiling shyly at the driver.
"Whatever," Paige grunted pulling back onto the highway.
She and Ellie rode along the highway in silence. Every now and then Ellie glanced over at the driver. Paige's face was set like stone as she drove. The highway was basically empty. Ellie was glad about this, it meant she would get home before her grandmother.
Or so she thought. At that moment Paige's car began to bounce along the rode and slowed down. Paige pulled over into the breakdown and stopped the car.
She got out of it and began to inspect the car with a key chain flashlight.
"Flat tire," she muttered, "You know how to fix a flat tire?"
Ellie shook her head nervously. What if her grandmother got home before her? There would be Hell to pay!
"I'll call Dylan. He'll get home while the insurance company sends someone over," Paige said pulling out her cell phone.
"D...Dylan," Ellie stuttered her stomach dropping...disappearing.
"Yeah, won't it be fun to see him again," Paige smirked dialing the two numbers.
Ellie sunk into the leather seat. Her face turned bright red. Paige climbed back into the car and turned on the radio.
"Paige...I'm sorry about what I did," Ellie said searching her memory for what happened to make the Michalchuk family hate her.
"What you did? You don't even remember 'cause that stupid mental house brain washed you," Paige snarled.
"I'm sorry okay. You're right, I don't remember but I know I did something wrong," Ellie said.
"All you did was break my brother's heart!" Paige said glaring at her, "you did something to make Marco break up with him and move! Dylan's really hurt."
"I'm so sorry," Ellie said, "there was a lot going on...I couldn't control it...I'm sorry."
Ellie looked out the window with humiliation while Paige contemplated her apology.
"I'm never gonna like you Ellie, but I'm willing to be nicer to you," Paige bargained.
Ellie nodded as Dylan's car pulled up beside Paige's. Paige and Dylan traded cars. Ellie sat in Dylan's 1969 Mustang. Paige sped along the empty highway until she reached Ellie's house.
Ellie let herself in and snuck upstairs to bed. She fell onto the bed and cursed everything in the world. Her mom, her dad, her therapist and especially herself.
Author's Note: Thank you soooo much for the reviews! I know (from some angry people) that 'some of the greatest stories don't get reviewed.' But you know all I really wanted was to find out if people liked my story and for suggestions. It helps for better writing. I would really appreciate if you guys would review my story.
"Thanks for coming to get me, Paige," she said smiling shyly at the driver.
"Whatever," Paige grunted pulling back onto the highway.
She and Ellie rode along the highway in silence. Every now and then Ellie glanced over at the driver. Paige's face was set like stone as she drove. The highway was basically empty. Ellie was glad about this, it meant she would get home before her grandmother.
Or so she thought. At that moment Paige's car began to bounce along the rode and slowed down. Paige pulled over into the breakdown and stopped the car.
She got out of it and began to inspect the car with a key chain flashlight.
"Flat tire," she muttered, "You know how to fix a flat tire?"
Ellie shook her head nervously. What if her grandmother got home before her? There would be Hell to pay!
"I'll call Dylan. He'll get home while the insurance company sends someone over," Paige said pulling out her cell phone.
"D...Dylan," Ellie stuttered her stomach dropping...disappearing.
"Yeah, won't it be fun to see him again," Paige smirked dialing the two numbers.
Ellie sunk into the leather seat. Her face turned bright red. Paige climbed back into the car and turned on the radio.
"Paige...I'm sorry about what I did," Ellie said searching her memory for what happened to make the Michalchuk family hate her.
"What you did? You don't even remember 'cause that stupid mental house brain washed you," Paige snarled.
"I'm sorry okay. You're right, I don't remember but I know I did something wrong," Ellie said.
"All you did was break my brother's heart!" Paige said glaring at her, "you did something to make Marco break up with him and move! Dylan's really hurt."
"I'm so sorry," Ellie said, "there was a lot going on...I couldn't control it...I'm sorry."
Ellie looked out the window with humiliation while Paige contemplated her apology.
"I'm never gonna like you Ellie, but I'm willing to be nicer to you," Paige bargained.
Ellie nodded as Dylan's car pulled up beside Paige's. Paige and Dylan traded cars. Ellie sat in Dylan's 1969 Mustang. Paige sped along the empty highway until she reached Ellie's house.
Ellie let herself in and snuck upstairs to bed. She fell onto the bed and cursed everything in the world. Her mom, her dad, her therapist and especially herself.
Author's Note: Thank you soooo much for the reviews! I know (from some angry people) that 'some of the greatest stories don't get reviewed.' But you know all I really wanted was to find out if people liked my story and for suggestions. It helps for better writing. I would really appreciate if you guys would review my story.