As I press end on my cell phone, I sigh and look around for a bra to put on. It’s the beginning of August, and since the end of summer is approaching it’s a no brainer that Mary and Deanna decided to do something stupid to kill the time. I’m sure it’s the same as always, some dumb prank that they build up in their heads, and by the time I get there to “fix” the problem, it’s already forgotten.
I finally find a hot pink bra in the middle of the pile of clothes I have on my floor. For some reason I thought it was a good idea to leave all my clothes from school on the floor, so they didn’t mix with the clothes I had in my closet that I never wore. As a result, all summer I’d lost any sense of fashion, and if I could even find a cute dress it would be as wrinkled as a ten-year old boy’s shirt.
As I head down the stairs, I try to imagine some sort of response in my head to the inevitable question that my mother is going to ask me. As I round the corner into the kitchen, I see her sitting there, and brace myself to evaluate the situation so I can go “save” my friends.
“Jenna, where are you possibly going at 12:30 at night?”
“Mary and Deanna called. They decided to have an impromptu sleepover and they asked if I wanted to come. Well, they demanded I come. Is it okay if I go?”
“That’s fine. Just drive safely. It’s late, you know there’s always crazy drivers on the road.”
“I always do. See you tomorrow.” As I breathe a sigh of relief that’s she’s letting me go, I realize I’m now going to actually have to spend the night at one of their houses. Instead of in my super comfortable bed, where I had been holed up skyping with my boyfriend....how many days until I go back to school? I love them, but wow I can’t wait to get that cherished break from cleaning up their messes, due to the same lack of boredom I’m suffering.
After I turn the keys in my ignition, the radio comes on blasting in the middle of Luke Bryan’s ‘Drunk on You,’ my current favorite song. It makes me smile and I start to sing along, hoping that by the time I get there they have solved their “serious” issue, and we can just go get a pint of Ben and Jerrys and fall asleep watching a ridiculous chick flick. I pull out of my driveway and take the three short turns that lead me to route 22, the main highway that goes through Bridgewater. The stupid ‘meeting place’ that they love so much is behind the Starbucks that’s next to the mall. However, I lucked out since it’s only three minutes from my house, while it’s fifteen from Marys. As I start to pick up speed since there’s no one around, I laugh. My next favorite song just came on--it must have been fate. I feel bad for dreading seeing my friends so much, and realize that we’ll get to go do something ridiculous instead.
Suddenly, I see headlights in my face. What? Cars tail lights aren’t that bright...and before I can think, I have to swerve out of the way as a car going over eighty miles zooms through the lane where I just was. The last thought I can remember is flying toward the ditch on the side of the road, in a panicked daze.
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