Luna's Troublematers

Chapter 4

Louisa's POV

Baton's Gas Station, Dayton City.

"Hey, my name's Leo. I'm your Gas Station genius for today. I'm taking this part-time job to make ends meet, so no tips below 5 dollars will be accepted. How may I best assist you?"

Standing in front of us was a handsome young man in his early twenties.

He had hazelnut-colored eyes and cropped spiky brown hair. His left eyebrow was pierced with a barbell stud.

"89 octanes. Full tank, please," My dad said.

"Oh, sorry, sir. We've got a help-yourself service today," the boy named Leo said without looking at my dad.

His eyes were on me.

"Hey, gorgeous, how are you doing?" He leaned forward and extended his head into the car through the window and asked.

"Hey," I greeted him politely.

He looked at me enthusiastically and said, "My name's Leo. And you're...?"

"Not interested," I said and rolled up the window to block him outside.

Leo got snubbed, but he didn't seem to be demotivated at all. He checked out the plate and asked, "Are you from Ivory City?"

My dad hemmed.

"Are you criminals on the run?" he asked.

"Humph?" My dad frowned.

It seemed that Leo would call the police at any time.

To our surprise, Leo lowered his voice and said with a mysterious smirk on his face, "Don't worry. I know a guy who knows a guy. With a small charge, this guy can hook you up with a safety shack."

"Sorry, but we're not criminals. We are moving here." My dad rubbed his forehead and said.

"Moving from Ivory City to this shithole?" Leo looked dumbfounded.

He peeped into the car and asked, "Did you kill your wife and run away with a younger broad or something?"

My dad sighed with a wry smile and said, "No. She's my daughter."

"Wait a minute," Leo looked as if he had realized something. "I heard Mr. Slaming talking to the teachers yesterday. He mentioned a girl who transferred from Elton Esther. Is your daughter, by any chance, going to get enrolled in our school?"

"Well, it depends on which school you're talking about," my dad said.

"Sir, you must be joking," Leo cracked a big smile on his round face and said. "There's only one school in the entire area."

"Dayton Wolf College?" My dad frowned and asked.

"Oh, come on, sir. It's not a college. It's not even close," Leo said frankly. He pulled the nozzle out of the gas tank and continued, " It's a vocational school, sir."

**

The driveway outside Dayton Wolf College. Dayton City.

"I'm sorry, Lulita. It's all my fault. I read the brochure they sent me and talked to the admission officers as well as the headmaster on the phone. None of them told me that this is a vocational school." My dad said as he drove past the bumpy, meandering road.

"I promise I'll find a way to transfer you to a better school, Lulita. There's gotta be another school in the nearby towns."

"Dad, we've discussed it. You don't have to go through a lot of trouble to look for another school for me," I said. "Concentrate on your work. It's not easy to blend into a new working environment. You've got plenty of stuff to worry about. So, stop worrying about me."

"But... Oh, no... Not now..." My dad looked at the panel and said. "The red light is flashing. I don't know what it is, but it can't be good."

I took a look at the panel and saw the engine light flashing like crazy.

There must be some mechanical failure in the engine.

Then, our car stopped at the center of the road with white smoke coming out of the hood.

"Stay in the car, Lulita. I'll check it out." My dad said and got out of the car.

I couldn't let him get anywhere near a hot boiling engine, so I pushed the door open and jumped out of the car.

I looked around and found that we were stuck in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but endless stretches of sand and bleakness.

The morning sun was baking the ground and the heat made me melt like wax.

My dad tried to open the lid with his bare hands. I had to jump at him to stop him.

"Dad, you can get a pair of gloves from the trunk. I'll take a look at it." I rolled up my sleeves and said.

At that time, a limousine appeared on the horizon and drove toward us from behind.

"Hey, look! A car! Maybe we can ask them for help!" My dad said with excitement.

His words were brutally interrupted by loud horns.

The tinted window rolled down on the driver's side.

A giant gorilla-like driver's bald head emerged from behind the window like the tip of a sausage.

"Hey! What are you doing in the middle of the road?! Get out of the way! Do you know who's inside my car?!" He shouted while pressing the horns.

That's rude. I thought to myself.

My dad explained patiently, "I'm sorry. I guess there's something with the engine. We'll get out of the way as soon as it's fixed."

"Oh, come on! Get out of the way! We don't have an entire day! Move your car to the side of the road and let us pass!" He shouted while pressing the horns again.

"Yes, I know you're in a hurry, sir. But we can't move the car if the engine's not working. Could you please just wait for a moment?" My dad asked politely.

"I don't care! Move!" He shouted while pressing the horn.

OK, that's enough.

I pulled a hammer from the trunk and approached the limousine.

"Hey," I raised my voice and stared at the driver. "If you press that horn one more time, I'll smash the windowscreen of your car. I know you're in a hurry. So are we. But we can't go anywhere with a broken engine and you can't go anywhere with a broken front window."

"What the f...?!" the driver looked shocked.

I guess he hadn't been told off by a girl before.

"What's going on, Dave?" A girl's high-pitched female voice appeared from inside the car. "Why isn't our car moving?! Don't you know that I'm in a hurry to go to school? You'd better move the car right now before I report this to my dad!"

OK, so he hadn't been told off by a girl before.

The driver ignored the girl's complaint. He abruptly pushed the door open and jumped out of the car.

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