•2:43 am•
Without haste, I tore the Dumbo from the string, the metal beads scattering across my bedroom floor. I sprinted down the hall, grabbing my red hoodie as I did so. Once I made my way into the cluttered kitchen, the car keys were scooped up from their hiding place; the basket on top of the refrigerator.
Having to ensure that my drunken mother wouldn't drive in her state, I hid the keys to the best of my ability. The garage door was also locked most of the time, as neither my mother nor I drove the car very often. Normally, I hitched a ride from Josh or another friend, but not tonight. No, this was something I had to do alone.
As the thick garage door rolled up in front of me, I pondered if this was actually a good idea. I rotated the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life. The vehicle crept down the driveway as the beige door began to shut.
Remember what I said about this not being a good idea? Too late.
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