Staying Strong

•Part One•

I rushed into the room, to grab my car keys. I look in the room for direction, I see them laying on the floor. I go to pick them up and I stub my toe. I yell with pain and kept running anyway. I open the front, still running to the car I open the door and drops in like a sack of potatoes. Breathing heavily, and beens of sweat are dripping down my face. I sit there for two minutes then turns on the car. I have what my friends call a "hippie van". Volkswagen bus, I love it. My dad and I fixed it up all nice, it has the best sound system. It's great, but my friends didn't like it so much. They complained how I was always burning incense and always was playing hippie music. But when they needed it they didn't complain.