Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

Hope ~ 2

IMPORTANT A/N

Hey there, loyal readers! Just wanted to thank all of you for your interest in our story, Fallen Angels! We wanted to let you all know that we are making it our goal to update on a more regular basis, instead of randomly updating 2 or 3 chapters a day and then go a month without updating. Thanks so much, everyone! This next chapter is a bit long, so hope you like it!

Straining my neck to see above the tattered steering wheel, I just narrowly avoided hitting a Target truck. Unfortunately, I had done so at the expense of April's lunch. Next to me, she looked a sickly green. I heard the mumbles and groans from my friends in the back, and finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Everyone just STOP!" I shouted. "IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT I AM SITTING ON 3 PILLOWS, WHICH ARE ON TOP OF A BOOSTER SEAT, AND TRYING TO USE THE PEDALS BY STACKING LEGOS ON TOP OF EACH ONE, AND PUSHING THE LEGOS TO GET THEM TO MOVE THE BREAK. Oh yeah! And, guess what else? I am driving us to a high school party. IN A BOOSTER SEAT. If anyone sees, it's "Hello, YouTube!" for me. But please, continue groaning and complaining about my driving while poor April looks like she's about to lose her lunch."

Then, as an afterthought, I added, "Sorry Ape," while narrowly avoiding sending us all to the hospital for about the millionth time.

I was met with stunned silence, and instantly felt guilty. I don't think I've ever yelled at my friends. They were pretty much all I had, because my dad worked pretty much 24/7, and my mom had died when I was two. They're the ones who comfort me when I'm tormented by bullies like Nathaniel, Skylar, and Rosalind, plus one of my very own. He calls himself "Hope Crusher." Pun intended. Great guy, right?

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "I didn't mean to... I was just... I'm sorry! I just can't! I hate driving and I can't see and-" I was cut off by the sound of laughter. Every single one of my friends was hysterical laughing, including poor April, who was about the same color as the trees out the window.

"You're sitting on 3 pillows?" yelled Aster in between gasps of air. She was met with more hysterics from my wonderful passengers.

"DON'T MOCK THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED, ASTER!" I shouted. At that, we all started laughing, myself included. Unfortunately, my laughing caused me to slouch in my seat and hit my forehead on the bottom of the steering wheel.

"LOOK OUT!" yelled Rose from the back, where she was drowning in toilet paper and other horrific prank items.

I yanked the wheel to the left, and was immediately greeted with several harsh sounding horns from the cars next to me. 

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" I yelled to my friends and the poor drivers next to me, although they couldn't see me. In fact, all they probably saw was my friends some how riding a big van with no driver. Great. I opened my mouth to apologize for yelling earlier, but before the words could form on my lips, there was a high pitched squeal from the backseat. Melody lunged forward and cranked the rusty knob on the car radio.

"You sweet moonbeam..." came the car radio. Every single one of us started screaming, until we finally quieted down enough to hear the lyrics again. We spent the rest of the car ride belting the lyrics to "Soul Sister", by Train, while also narrowly avoiding our deaths. Ah, car rides...

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Turning onto the street directly behind Skylar's, I finally parked the car under the shade of an oak tree, where hopefully no one from the party would see my Batmobile. Because, as much as it pained me to admit (I did love my Batmobile), I was pretty sure no one at the party would be caught dead in a car like mine. I'd dropped everyone except Aster a few houses down from Skylar's, where they'd practically jumped out of the car. And, if I do say so myself, my friends looked pretty fabulous walking to that party. We were all in dresses... Well, almost all of us. I'm too small for every dress I've ever tried on, so I settled for a light pink skirt with combat boots and an aqua top with a big bow in the back. Skylar had once worn the same skirt, so I knew it would blend in with the party-goers well. It was probably better that I had a skirt on anyways, because it would be too hard to do my part of the plan anyways. Turning to Aster, I gave her a wink.