Last Trip To Italy

Chapter 7 -Trauma (Picture of Minzy)

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“Hey Shawna, can you go through this catalogue?” my mom asked as I walked into the kitchen the next morning. She handed me a magazine that said ‘Rental Cars Ltd’ to the front in big, red letters.

“What is it for?” I asked, my breathing becoming sharper. I always kept this from my parents but I was still traumatized by car sales.

“It’s a catalogue for rental cars. We’re gonna rent about three cars but I wanted you to choose one” she said, smiling at me. I smiled at her; my mom had such a good heart, if she only knew how much I didn’t want to go through this catalogue.

I walked to my room. The hand that was holding the catalogue was shaking violently. I sat on my bed and looked through the catalogue, while tears ran down my face. I closed my eyes as memories came flooding back to me

“'So what do you think about this car?” the salesman asked in his monotone voice. I sighed and tugged on my dad’s shirt to try and get his attention to tell him I was bored. He looked down at me and smiled and lifted me up into his arms.

“You’re impatient for a five year old” he said, poking my noise. The sales guy who looked to be in his early twenties straightened out his polo and cleared his throat to divert my dad’s attention from me to him, making me sulk.

“I like this one” he said, eyeing the car. “What do you think Shawna?” he asked me.

I took my thumb out of my mouth and looked at the silver Volvo. I didn’t see anything special about it. It was a car with four wheels. What more can somebody want?

“I like the car” I said shrugging. He smiled and put me down.

“Wait right here. I’m going to talk about the car with…” he trailed off, taking a look at the guy’s name tag. “Tim.”

I nodded and he rested me down. I sat on the bench and a little boy who looked to be three or four years older than me sat down next to me. He put one hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t scream as two older guys grabbed either one of shoulders and pulled me out of the store.

“Shawna! Shawna! Are you okay?” Jhonny’s voice called from his window. I threw the magazine away from me and turned to face his window.

“Can we go somewhere?” I asked him. He nodded and he turned and disappeared into his room. I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs, luckily my parents weren’t there to see me crying. I started my car and parked in front of Jhonny’s car. He appeared about five minutes after, he got in the car and gave me a concerned look.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Remember how I told you I don’t like car shops or car sales because of what happened to me when I was younger?” I asked him, he gulped and nodded.

“I know I’m being a baby but my mom gave me a car catalogue to go through and I just lost it” I admitted sheepishly. He chucked without humour.

“It’s okay to cry sometimes Shawna” he said as I started the car. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“It’s a surprise” I joked; he threw his head back and laughed.

“You sound like me” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. I rolled my eyes and we continued to drive in a comfortable silence until I reached the front of the school building.

“Why are we in school? I shouldn’t be this close to school on a Saturday.” He complained. I rolled my eyes once more and grabbed his hand and lead him inside the building.