My mother had been driving for what seemed to be eight thousand years. Or at least that is what it felt like. She drove slower than my grandmother. I sat next to her in the passenger seat with my feet on the dashboard. Meanwhile, my little brother, Kyle, slept in the backseat.
"Go faster," I urged my mother,poking her in the side "Let's pass the old man in the wheelchair next to us"
She shrugged me off, " Never touch the driver," she said " and could you please take your nasty,dirty feet off my dashboard please."
I wiggled my toes back and forth, they looked clean to me. "You know mother, it's not just your dashboard. It's my car too, you know."
She looked over at me, "If you ever get your license, Ella." She looked back to the road and continued, "People like you shouldn't be able to drive."
"Hey look," I said, pointing out the window. "The guy in the wheelchair passed us, again!"
She ignored me, and so I began to mess with the radio. One of my favourite things about school starting back up again was the radio stations. I was familiar with them as I was with the ones back at home, and listening to Z94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at school.
I found my favourite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. Tom petty was singing "Free Fallin'." I sang right along with him. "She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis. Loves horses and her boyfriend too."
My mother joined me and we sang loud and proud, which woke Kyle up. We both had terrible voices, and Kyle shook his head in his disgusted way. He hated being outnumbered. It was what bothered him most about my parents being divorced, him being the lone guy, without our dad to take his side.
We drove through town slowly, and even though I'd just teased my mother about it, I didn't really mind it. I loved this drive. Seeing the town again, the mall, Phil's BBQ, the putt putt, and of course the campus. It was like coming home after you'd been gone for a long, long time
As we got closer and closer to the house, I could feel the familiar flutter in my chest. We were almost there.
Kyle kicked the seat " Are you thinking about Tyler?" he asked mockingly.
For the first time in a year the answer was no."No," I snapped.
My mother looked over, "Ella, do you still like Tyler? From last year I thought you and marcus might be a thing"
"WHAT THE HELL? You and Marcus? My best friend, Marcus?" Kyle looked sick "What happened between you two?"
"Nothing, I swear. We just hung out a lot more." I told them both. I felt the flush rising up from my chest . "Mom, just because two people are really good friends, doesn't mean there's anything going on between us. Please just never bring it up again."
My mother went backing to watching the road. "Done," Her voice noted of finality that I knew Kyle wouldn't have.
Because Kyle wanted to be an asshole, he kept trying. "So, what happened between you and Marcus? You can't say something like that and not explain it."
"Ask me if I care,Kyle. Get over it now," I told him. Telling Kyle anything would only give him ammunition to make fun of me. And anyway there was nothing to tell. There had never been anything to tell,not really.
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I'm sorry this is so short but i decided to update now. I will update on thursday. I hope you enjoy it. If anyone is reading this tell me something about you, please. Have a good day. bye.
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