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The sharp and bright rays of sunlight shine into the garage, while the automatic door is slowly lifting up. It squeaks and creaks like an old man's joints. As the door rises, the light from the sun hits the pick-up truck, and reflects off.
My right foot hovers over the gas pedal, while the mighty engine continues to roar. The silver seat belt is snuggly strapped into the lock. I bring my palm against my knuckles and push them against one another until I hear a satisfying crunch. My hands return to the steering wheel, gripping the fine black leather tightly. Maybe a little too tight.
I release a sharp breath and nail the gas pedal with my foot. My body painfully jerks backwards, but as it hits the leather seats, I let out a series of loud laughs. I hear a soft whimper come from the side. I look towards the passenger seat, and see L.W clutching the grab handle with all his might, located on the top of the black interior in the car. His weary eyelids are tightly shut. His knuckles are a pale color and I can't help, but let a smile creep across my face. He's afraid.
I press my foot down on the break, forcing the car to come to a complete stop. "Hey, can you do something for me?" I ask softly.
His eyelids part open slowly and he mutters "What?"
"Reach into that glovebox and hand me a map of New York." A look of confusion and bewilderment spreads across his tired face. His eyebrows furrow and he asks "What's a glovebox?"
I sigh loudly in frustration and reach my arm across the car. I tap the silver compartment located right in front of him and stare at him. He nods his head and clicks it open. He reaches his arm into the box and his hand reappears with over 20 maps in it's grasp.
L.W stares at the first map and says "This says Philadelphia."
I shake my head from left to right and repeat "New York," in frustration.
"New York, New York," he whispers while shuffling clumsily through each map.
I turn my head towards the path in front of us. Best road I've ever seen. The descending dirt road ahead of us is littered with twists, turns, and rocks of varying shapes and sizes. It's about as wide as our kitchen countertop. This is actually going to be great.
"Got it!" L.W suddenly yells. He slides his finger over the piece of writing, while reading out loud, "New York."
"Good job," I mutter sarcastically, while he disorderly stuffs the other maps back into the glovebox. I slowly put my foot on the gas, press down with ease, and we begin our bumpy descent.
We start at a rate of about 10 mph, being careful of the sharp turns and rocky terrain. The car violently rattles every few seconds and sounds like it's about to shut down. We are approaching the creek and can hear the soft sound of water rushing by.
I stare into the rearview mirror for a split-second and look back. I can faintly make out the picture of the place I have called home for all my sixteen years.
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A World Reborn
Ciencia Ficción(Rank #149 in Sci-Fi) In the year 2041, the first bombs were dropped. Countless nations engaged in total warfare and the end result was the destruction of everyday life. Riots and looting became common as people began to loose trust in one another...
