So What?

4

I woke up this morning with a headache. Not the best way to start a Monday. A stupid school day. I just fucking hate my life.

I quickly got dressed and got my shit together for school. I really didn't need school. I knew what I needed already.

I tried to get out of the house undetected, I even went without grabbing something to eat. I really did try!

"Where do you think you're going, you piece of shit?" I heard my dad say to me from behind.

I stopped in my tracks, and turned around. "School."

I turned back around, reaching for the door handle. "Too early, bitch!" He yelled and slapped my hand away from the door handle. And let me say this, it hurt like hell. No, worse than hell.

I kept myself from howling and bawling from the pain. It wasn't something that should be dwelled on. Pain only makes you stronger.

That's what I always tell myself from hurting on the inside.

I ignored what he did and said, just to get out of that stupid goddamn house. I needed a break from that asshole. I would literally live with that sexist pig of a friend of mine just to get away from them. Hell, I would live with someone who wants to kill me.

I sprinted out to my car before could realize what just happened. Right away, I started my engine and shot out of that driveway like a bullet shot from a shotgun. Not that anyone would get that reference.

I honestly didn't know where to go at five in the morning. Like I said before, I would do anything to get out of that hellhole.

I just let the car take over, letting her do all the thinking.

I know what people would be thinking if I said that out loud. Trust me, I do. But no one understands how much I would do to fix up the one thing that would take me anywhere.

I had to buy my truck from a junkyard, all torn to pieces. I had to get, basically, a new car. But, I just bought the parts needed.

I had to get my sexist pig of a friend, David, to help me put her together. In a way she was Humpty Dumpty and we were the kings men, but we could put her together again. See what I did there? Nah? I thought so.

Anyways, I repainted her black and blue. Sort of shows how I feel at night. She looks like a brand new car, literally.

I even gave her upgrades. Ones that no one has 'cause I created them. Yeah, that's right.

How she has a brain, was 'cause of me. I made her have a human brain. Mainly so I can have a best friend. I have her a name too.

Not that anyone stays around to here what her name is. It's sort of stupid. I was, and still am, in love with Speed Racer. Yeah, a kinds show, who cars? I love that show.

Anyways, after the M6, I named her S8. A bit weird right? But I love it and so does she.

"I'm going to take a quick snooze, S. Can you take it from here?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Any serine place you want to go?" S8 asked me, just like I asked her.

"No. It's five in the morning. There's nothing to do."

"But go to the skatepark," she added.

"I guess, we'll go there. Can we stop at a McDonalds first? I'm hungry."

"Only if we get to stop at a gas station first."

"Only if you don't flirt with the other cars," I scolded her.

"But there won't be any other cars," she protested.

"So? I know you will. Maybe even with my kind."

"You're no fun," she pouted.

"I'm the mom, so I can't be." It's weird in a way. I basically raised her, so in a way she is like my daughter. Though David helped me, it would just be weird to think of him as the dad. I'd rather go single mom style.

"And to the park we go after a few pit stops," she says, getting my seat to move so I am laying on my back. Time for a quick snooze.