I stare in disbelief at the driver then the limo. I point to myself and instantly feeling stupid since no one else is hanging out on my porch for him to be talking to. " Me? This is for me?" the driver nods patiently then gently takes my backpack from me and places it in the trunk of the limo. He looks at me expectantly. I look back at my front door thinking I could make it in but... When would I get another chance to be picked up in a limo and actually have something to tell my friends on Monday about what I did this weekend? I smile and nod. " sure, alright let's go." I walk up to the limo when my phone starts vibrating, I pull it out and find it's my dad checking up on me. I'm about to answer when I stop, he would be a complete kill joy about this and he'd probably make me feel guilty and I'd wimp out. I press the ignore button and step into the limo. The interior smells new car and the mini bar is filled with my favorite soda and there is a silver tray holding a assortment of my favorite snacks. The door shuts and locks with a sharp click, the driver gets in and pulls away from my house and heads for the highway.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 7:55pm on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.