Chapter 3 ''after school" Monica's POV

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 She walked out of the school, being bumped by busy reckless students rushing to go home. Basically her type of people.

      "Where is he?" He covered her forehead, shading from the sun waiting for her brother to pick her up.

   She angrily sighed, she was on the verge to walk the two blocks home.

    She heard loud rock music playing from the distance, it got louder and louder until she looked to her right. A white, spray-painted van pulled up. The window by the driver's seat slowly came down revealing Jeremy, her younger brother.

   Even though Jeremy was two years junior to Monica but he hit puberty earlier than his class.
"Hey!" Jeremy cheered, throwing an empty coke can onto the pavement.

    He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and scratching his head.

     "Get in!" He gestured to Monica to open the door.

            She opened the door and gasped, "When did you last clean this?" 
    She covered her nose in disgust as a strange blue liquid streamed onto her shoes.
              She gazed around,
        "Where are the seats?"

   Nico climbed into the back of the van, "I needed space to put my instruments."

  Monica sighed, she climbed into the van. Kicking aside snack paper and empty soda bottles.

    She found a clear space and sat down waiting for him to drive off.
              Nico reached back into the driver's seat and in that split-second, the car speed off.
He turned up his music, singing and driving.

      Meanwhile, Monica was struggling to stay still.
         She thought she would fly across the van but she just hit the hall.


      "Slow down!" She yelled.

        He sped down the hill, as the car went over the speed limit.

   Monica kept hitting the back to Nico's seat. Nearly crying in pain.

   The van stopped, Nico, reversing into the driveway
    Monica wiped the tears of confusion and anger from her eyes.
                 She opened the door as it was then, cold water hit her face.
"Party Time!" A group screamed.
           She wiped her face, coughing.

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