I woke up and car. The rest of my family was still sleeping. Now that I'm 16, I can go and do whatever I want. I got my driver's linsence four days ago, after hours on end of studying.
I drove down our twisted, long driveway and came to the dirt road we live on. Its quiet out here in the middle of the woods. Our closest neighbor is seven miles down the road, and we are eleven miles away from the neartest Walmart.
I look both ways to find nothing but trees. I pull out and start down our road. Gravel Road's turns are sharp, and hills are steep. I can't imagine any other perfect road to live on. I decide to go to my boyfriend, Dylan's, house.
I call him to make sure he's up.
"Hey!" I answer, "Are you up?"
"Its seven in the morning on a Saturday," He says sleepily.
"Well its sounds like you are; I'm on my way," I reply.
"Okay. See you when you get here," he says.
"Love you," I say.
"Love you," he replies.
He hangs up.
He lives right next to my Aunt Jill's house. They too live on a dirt road in the middle of the woods.
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When I get to Dylan's, he's sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee, watching 'Good Morning America'.
"Hi," I say as I slip my shoes off and sit down next to him.
"Morning," he says as he hands me a warm cup of coffee.
I take a sip.
The warm liquid flows down my throat and pours into my stomach. I taste the bitter deliciousness in my mouth.
"So, what to you want to do today?" He asks.
"Lets go for a drive!" I say.
"I assume your driving." He says.
"Yep."
He smiles.
I grab my shoes and keys and we go out and get in my car.
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"The woods." He says.
"Its beautiful." I reply.
I look out my window and see the trees.
"Hey!" Dylan says, "Look at that guy!"
A man on a fourwheeler flies past us.
"We're gonna follow him." I say.
I sped up the car and followed him down the road.
"Turn!" Dylan says and points to a road off to the right.
I turn the car.
"There he is!" I say.
We follow him farther down the road.
"Turn, again!" Dylan says as the man turns onto a fourwheeler path, barely wide enough for a car.
I turn. We see him. We follow.
Then, all of a sudde, he's gone.
"Where'd he go?" I ask.
"I don't know." Dylan says.
