Meeting Maggie

Chapter 1

Via
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"It's a cherry-red 1972 Chevy Vega Kammback wagon. There's a big dent on the driver's door, the paint's chipping off, and the back window has duct tape around it to keep it, you know, on the car," I say to the fat lady sitting behind the lost and found counter at Six Flags. "It's really important to me, so if anyone finds car keys, please call me."
"You're not getting that car back, girl," the lady jeers. "Even though it sounds like junk, they'll take it in for spare parts and get some money out of it."
Did she really just say that?! Maggie is NOT junk! When I get home, I am definitely filing a report on this lady.
"Thank you for the service, Mrs...?" I sweetly respond.
"Gorton. Matilda Gorton."
The best part is that she doesn't suspect a thing. On the outside I'm smiling, but inside I'm plotting the death of her career. No one insults Maggie and gets away with it.
All of a sudden, an engine roars to life. It's loud and old and sounds exactly like-
"MAGGIE!" I scream and run to the parking lot.
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Adrian
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After a few tries, the car finally starts. It's a pile of crap, but I could sell it for the parts and get something out of it. Whatever.
A yell startles me from my thoughts. It sounds like the person's saying "Maggie". I turn and see a teenage girl sprinting through the parking lot. I feel sorry for whoever this Maggie chica is. Her sister looks loca.
I put the car in reverse and start to back up when the girl gets right in my way! She slams her fists against the car and screams, "I can't BELIEVE you're stealing Maggie!"
I try to roll down the window to talk to her, but all it does is make an annoying high-pitched sound.
"The windows don't work," she says. Thanks, Captain Obvious.
I open the door, and she walks over to me. I have to say, even if she is loca, she's still hot. Her straight blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and full pink lips are very attractive.
"Get out," she says. Dang, if looks could kill...
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Via
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The cute Mexican-looking dude TRYING TO STEAL MY CAR has this super annoying confident smirk on his face. I am so pressing charges against this dirtbag.
"Why do you think I'm stealing it, chica?" he asks. Really. He's really going to play dumb.
"Because it's my car. Chico," I reply.
"Well, I'm not stealing it. I was taking it to the police station."
"Why? To turn yourself in?"
"No. So I could tell them someone lost it."
"Did it ever cross your mind that you could've given the keys to the stupid lady at the lost and found place? Or were you too busy thinking about the money you'd get?"
"Sounds like there's some history between you and that 'stupid lad-"
"Don't change the subject!" I cut him off. "And yes. She insulted Maggie."
"Who's Maggie?"
"The car, you idiot! Now get in the passenger side."
"Why?"
"I'm taking you to the police. You're gonna pay for trying to steal Maggie."
"Only if you apologize," he demands.
"What?"
"You called me an idiot."
"Because you are one! This is ridiculous! You're the one stealing my car, and I have to apologize for calling you an idiot?!"
"Yes."
"You are so going to jail!"
"I'm waiting."
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Calling you an idiot."
"Good. Now say it like you mean it."
"I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry for recognizing your idiocy. I was just trying to insult you," I apologize in a fake, girly voice.
"Good enough," he laughs and scoots over to the other seat. I get in and off we go.
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Adrian
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This chica is stupid. Funny, but stupid. Instead of calling the police, she's going to take me to them herself! Does she really think I won't escape? Things are looking up. If this car was any better, I would knock her out and steal it; however, this junk heap isn't worth the trouble.
We stop at a red light even though no one else is around. Good thing we're in the country. Now's my chance. I open the door and sprint out of the car.
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Via
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"Hey!" I yell as the guy runs away. "Get back here!"
I grab the keys (don't want Maggie to be stolen) and follow the jerk. We jump fences, run through hedges, and dodge cows and other obstacles. I'm gaining on him. Years of track have finally come in handy.
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Adrian
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I sprint around a barn. I really need to lose this chica. Out of nowhere, strong arms grab my shoulders.
"Where do ya think you're goin', Adrian?" asks Ben, a tall, burly farmer. The girl runs around the corner, right into my back.
"Well, what do we have here. Via! Haven't seen you on my farm in a while."
Via. That's a pretty name.
"Ben! Sorry it's been so long. You know how things are," she answers with a shrug.
As they catch up, I try to sneak away.
"Oh no, you don't," Via fumes and grabs my shirt. "Can you believe that this guy has the audacity to steal my Maggie?"
The farmer chuckles, "Bad move, Adrian. You're a dead man now."
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Via
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"You know this guy, Ben?" I ask.
"Know him? He tried to steal my chickens a few months ago! We had a chat, got to know each other some, and I offered to forgive him if he worked on my farm for a couple of weeks."
"You didn't press charges?"
"No. He kept his word, so I kept mine."
"No offense to Jennifer, Janet, Jessica, Jane, Julie, and Jocelyn, but this is more than a half dozen chickens. This is Maggie! This is Grand Theft Auto!"
"Via, it's not that bad. He didn't even actually steal her."
"He tried."
"Come on, give him a chance. Have him work on your farm for a month or so; I know your daddy will appreciate the extra help."
"Yeah..."
"I'm standing right here, remember? So don't talk about me like I'm not," Adrian says.
I sigh, "Okay, I guess I'll give him a chance. If he makes one wrong move, I'll-"
"Congratulations, Adrian. I just saved your butt from going to jail. Again."
"Thank you, sir. You won't regret it."
"I might," I mutter.