The Road Is My Home

Zoe and Sonya Encounter

Warning: ooc for Zoe, she'd act more brash but I wrote this quickly for some English assignment lmao.

Zoe stood under the blistering sun, her hand extended and her thumbs up. Few cars drove. She could have sworn a few of the drivers made eye contact with her. "Tch... typical Tyrak supporters," she grumbled to herself. "Selfish pigs," she continued, kicking pebbles.
A car slowly pulled up next to her, a limo, to be precise. It was pearl white and shiny. Zoe's heart stopped when she read the name on the vehicle. Sonya. The window at the back rolled down, revealing that smug face the teen hated. "Well, come on in, gummy bear!" the raven-haired beauty smiled at Zoe. She hesitated; would it be worth enduring this annoying puppet of the state? "I'm not getting any younger, kid," Sonya huffed, looking at her nails. The redhead glanced around, the road was empty, and the sun was blazing. Who knew when the next time she'd see a car? Let alone one willing enough to pick her up. She entered, immediately placing herself at the front. Her body felt instant relief once seated in the limo. The air conditioner cooled her down, and the seat was soft. "Come closer, honeybunch! I don't bite," Sonya called to Zoe. The teen hesitantly obeyed and sat beside Sonya. They rode in silence for a few minutes, only the sound of annoying 90s music played. "Oooh! Oooh! It's starting!" "What is?" "My show, obviously!" Sonya beamed and continued, "Quick, honey bunny, use that there remote to turn it on." Zoe looked at the spot the older woman pointed at on the car door was a control console. Zoe looked at the multitude of colorful buttons all of which were unlabeled. Her eyes landed on the green round button, she clicked it. "No! Not that one you-" Sonya snarled. The driver's barrier window rolled down, revealing the driver. "Yeah, Sonya?" "Not me, Adam, it was the kid," she huffed. "Well... uh what do you need Sonya's guest?" "Which one is the on button for the tv?" Zoe asked. "The red one, ma'am." "Thanks, dude," she replied, clicking on it. The small television screen flickered on, broadcasting today's report. It wasn't anything worthwhile, it was just Sonya going over the news. Ranging from how "great" President Tyrak was, to the missing teens attempting to leave the country. And Zoe was one of those runaways.
"You know, sugar booger, I don't just stop for anybody," Sonya spoke, straightening her pink dress. She lowered her nasal voice down and looked Zoe into her eyes. "I know your little secret, Zoe Huile." "I think you have me mistaken-" Zoe began, laughing nervously. "Awe bless your heart... You really think I wouldn't recognize the daughter of the minister of oil? Hun, it's my job as a news reporter to know everything," she spoke, dropping her smile. "How did you know it was me?" Zoe demanded. "Ain't it obvious? The hair," Sonya waved as she sipped her drink. "What?" "You have your dad's red hair," she deadpanned. "There are thousands of people who have red hair though," Zoe frowned, crossing her arms. "Well... I was right though and that's all that matters," Sonya shrugged. "What are you gonna do about it, man? Call my dad?" Zoe asked, glaring at the woman.
"Oh please! Don't pitch a hissy fit, sweetcheeks! You act like I care," she laughed. "I reckon that your father doesn't care either, on account of him letting you run away on some summer road trip," she mocked. Zoe frowned but felt relieved, "So you won't snitch?" "Of course not! Your disappearance brought up ratings," she smiled genuinely. "You're welcome... I think?" Zoe responded. "Anyways, just tell me where you want Adam to drop you off. I have a meeting to attend to soon," she told the redhead. "I dunno, man. Just drop me off where ever you want," she shrugged.