"Five minutes!" Jason's shoulders hunched in front of the wheel, total concentration taking over his features. "Four minutes!" I heard his foot slam down on the gas pedal. "Three minutes!" I was sounding desperate. I had gone through too much to give up now. The fast pace of the alternative rock playing in the background certainly set the mood. "Two MINUTES!" I was shaking. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I ate the last of my icecream cone. "ONE FRIKIN MINUTE JASON" %%%%% Ryley Stump is blonde, sarcastic, hungry, and myself. And she is short on a thousand dollars. For drugs? No. For debts? No. For mother-flipping college. Her friends, Sam and Jason, devise a *fool-proof* plan to get that money. Her patience, stomach capacity, and tolerance for alcohol (the fake kind) will be tested on this thrilling journey to midnight.
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Five Minutes to Midnight
Teen Fiction"Five minutes!" Jason's shoulders hunched in front of the wheel, total concentration taking over his features. "Four minutes!" I heard his foot slam down on the gas pedal. "Three minutes!" I was sounding desperate. I had gone through too much to giv...
