I gazed at their vehicle, a Nissan Altima. I guess this could work. Read enough about these cars. Personally, I wanted to ascend. Why spend six agonizing hours in a full metal deathtrap when I could get to the place in a matter of seconds. If only I knew where we were going. I silently shook my head as we entered the car, Samantha driving, Keisha in the passenger side. I had the window side behind the driver, Jade in the middle, and Amelia on the other side. She tried to get the middle but Jade refused her for some reason.
The ride fucking sucked. The girls never stopped talking, asked too many fucking questions, and sang along to every goddamn song on the radio. WHY THE FUCK IS THE SINGER WALKING A THOUSAND MILES TO SEE SOME DOUCHE? I wanted to die. To kill myself. Fuck. Worst of all, some of the songs got stuck in my head. I glanced at Amelia. She was cheery, having the time of her life, and occasionally laughing at my indifferent expressions. I began to think that Hell could actually get worse if it were run by these three humans.611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNFCsNi7N2P
I tried to fall asleep but one of her friends would fuck with me: ask a question, poke my arm, converse. It wouldn’t be so bad if the girly songs weren’t trying to burst my eardrums. Jade by far asked the most questions and in fact, talked to me more than her friends. I based lies off my childhood, obviously. Can’t go around telling humans I spent the last eight years in Hell. Nope. Trying to mend myself a fresh start. Trying.
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