Closed Eyes (On hold)

Chapter 11

"Hey," Finn said, waving me over to the car he had parked in the corner of the parking lot. He usually wanted a lot of attention, but this job must have made him think otherwise. It was kinda weird walking down that long and painfully unending path, because I saw him when I started walking towards him, then he saw me, and then we were just staring at each other, waiting for the right moment to say hi. You don't get me, you better start meeting people in public, friend.

Ten minutes later, I had taken my car and the package safely hidden in a bag with tampons in the boot. I decided to ditch the hat, obviously, but I wore jeans and tank top with an old denim jacket, just like Finn said. The package was wrapped hastily in brown paper and it had the words DO NOT OPEN scribbled on it. Honestly, what was the point of transferring it to another person if that person isn't even allowed to open it? Time limit was within 3 hours, but I had timed the trip to about 1 hour and 50mins to get there, then 2 hours 30mins back because of traffic. I had to go from Arden Arcade to Serramonte in Daly City, San Fransisco, where I'd reach a big mall and then I'd have look for the intersection between El Camino Rd and Serramonte Rd at 1199 California 82. I think. I reached a BP station a couple metres later, and dashed to and from the shop within 5 minutes with a bag containing the following:

1. Three bottles of AquaDips (which were basically bottled fizzy drinks that had an amazing aquatic color)

2. Eleven Snicker bars. (what?)

3. Three apples.

4. Five packets of gum

5. Six bottles of mineral water.

A lot of stuff, rest assured, but its Finn's card and it saved time so I didn't need to stop at the next BP station. The Nissan seemed to like ending up behind big lorries every five minutes while on the highway, and that didn't seem so amiable since lorry drivers are pervs. Sacremento had past by in a blurry short movie and I was well into the concrete jungles of Vacaville. Amidst my tranquil ride on some nameless highway, I discovered a few very unique capabilities that I could carry out while driving. For one, I could uncap an AquaDip bottle and drink it without spilling while driving. I could also unwrap a gum while driving. A couple of times, I got caught over by the cops, but a nice smile and a witty comment would work, depending on the kind of witty. "They say don't drink and drive, they say don't text and drive, but do they say don't unwrap a chewing gum and drive?" would be a most prizing sentiment.

Most of the part I was oblivious of things, especially the trail of cars surrounding me. I enjoyed the comfort of the other cars because for once, I was part of the normal crowd; unseen, unheard, unknown. And I wondered how cool Andrew's life might be. But then I guess im wrong. The popular kids love the attention, but at some point in their lives, they long to be unseen. And the lame ones, they love the silence, but at some point, they long for the attention too. To me, the fact of inconspicuousness deemed relaxing, because I was tired of always being stared at. But for Andrew, he probably wants some attention in his life... right?

I really began thinking about boys when I saw the herd of cows in the rolling hills beyond the highway. Aiden (urgh). Nick (uuurgh). Andrew (uuurrrgghhhh). But in particular, I wanted to know about that creepy guy in US History.

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It was midnight when I came home. Ms Abbey was early, and waiting with her head against her hands on the kitchen table, wearing her white night gown. And she was mad. MAD. I had to say that I fell asleep in the car after drinking my frap, outside Starbucks.  Andrew was there too, and he raised his eyebrows at me when I gave her my excuse. Ms Abbey may not be like other guardians, but she did like grounding me. I had to give her my car keys for a whole month. It was not funny.

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Short, I know. Sorry.

-BKL