Thrifty

10

I am never giving anyone a ride for the rest of my life! I don't even care if it's Santa Claus that's hitchhiking. I thought as I angrily stuff my sweatshirt into the plastic shopping bag. When I finished, I looked around the dark road in the middle of nowhere. Great, just great. There's not a single soul around for miles and my cell is in the car, so I can't call for help.

"Stupid witch! Stupid Anthony!" I screamed as I began walking on the side of the road. It's too bad I can't kill my neighbor, otherwise, I would the moment I see him again. After a few minutes of walking, my anger soon turned into fright. I can't see a thing in the dark, and a snapping sound made me jump out of my skin. I relaxed when I realized I stepped on a twig. I jumped again when an owl perched on a tree hooted at me.

I continued walking cautiously in the dark. I don't know how much time has passed but my legs are on fire. I sat down to take a break. I'm tired, thirsty, and hungry. I started tearing up as I remember my poor noodles sitting in the microwave at home. I see a red ember fly by me and I look to the side to see an orange hue up ahead. My eyes twinkled in excitement. Light means people. I scrambled to get up and ran towards the light. "Hello! Hello!" I yelled hoping they heard me. My excitement turned into horror when I made it.

My mouth hung open in shock as I see my car kissing a tree and burning in flames. You gotta be freaking kidding. I saw someone crawling away from the inferno. I growled angrily, and took my sweatshirt out of the plastic bag before stomping over. Valerie is on the ground all bruised up and bloody from the impact. She looked up when I hovered over her. "I don't need your help loser." She pulled out her cell phone. "An ambulance is on its way."

Feeling enraged, I put put my knee on her back to keep her in place before wrapping the plastic bag over her head. "Get this thing off me!" she yelled as she tried lifting her arms to claw me, but she couldn't stretch far enough with her lying flat on her belly.

"This is what you get for stealing my f*in car you ungrateful b*tch!" A couple of minutes pass until Valerie went limp. I removed the bag, threw it into the fire and waited for the authorities. When they arrived, I told them how Valerie took my car and how I tried saving her. Yeah, right. The ambulance treated me and pronounced Valerie dead on the scene as I was taken to the police station for questioning. When it was all over, I borrowed the phone they have. "Hey, mom. I'm at the police station. It's a funny story. Mom. Mom."