Not mine.
Nessie
Another week and a half has gone by and still no word from Jacob. I'm actually beginning to worry. Jake wouldn't have promised to call if he knew he wouldn't follow through. I don't think Jake has ever once lied to me. Yet, here I am sixteen days after the move and still no word. This isn't good.
My room is beginning to feel like a bribe. I'm feeling uneasy about everything that has happened. My parents are gone. Jacob is too. What are the chances they all lied and left together? But where would they go? Obviously, I am the key to all this. I must know that Jacob is in La Push like he said he would be.
A small plan has been forming in the back of my mind for awhile now. I know that it is reckless and rebellious. My family will not forgive me for a long time if I follow through. And yet, it becomes more appealing each time I call his phone and get his voicemail. Each unanswered text adds more flame to the fire in my heart.
Jasper brought me my brand new driver's license on Sunday. Emmett then took me out driving all day. I'm still not an amazing driver, but I am better than the average teenager. Emmett just makes me feel pathetic because he can do doughnuts into parking spots. He refuses to let me drive anything other than Grandpa's Mercedes, but I am dying to try something with more power.
As if an answer to my prayer, Emmett comes bouncing down the stairs with some car keys in his big hands. "Wanna go for a drive?" he asks, eyes gleaming.
"Absolutely!" I am up and out of the house in record time. Emmett tosses me the keys as I make my way toward Grandpa's car.
"Nope. Not that one Ness."
Confused, I push the unlock button only to hear the beeping from the other side of the garage. I don't even have to look to know exactly which car we are taking. "Are you serious?" I gasp.
"I am. Your mom hardly ever even drives it so I figured she wouldn't mind you taking it out for a spin. Besides," he says with his naughty smile, "It's time you learn to drive something with real power."
The drive is a success. We arrive back at the house 3 hours safely without even a scratch on the car. That wasn't the only success for the drive. I have finally cemented an idea for my escape to La Push. Friday night I will enact my plans. I can't help but smile at my wicked cleverness. I'm good.