Chapter 2
So one minor change I need to mention. I changed Maria's name to Nereida. Maria was just a name Placer. I knew I was gonna change it. Maria is just way to common, I wanted a Latina name or a 'Spanish name' that wasn't all that common but was popular before. You pronounce it ner/ray/da. That's it bye.
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"Are you psychotic? That's not a rhetorical question. I really wanna know, so I could admit you to the nearest hosptial." Amberly shouts.
"With what car, estupida?" Nereida scoffs and rolls her eyes. I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. We were all out the car, in my out of gas car. Amberly was having a panic attack, losing her mind while Nereida was just leaning on the car annoyed with Amberly. I didn't blame her Amberly was insufferable with her constant ranting, my eyes should have more muscles than my entire body from the constant rate of eye rolls. It didn't help with Nereida feeding into Amberly's petty arguments.
I had just suggested to ask someone to take us to the nearest gas station. It was only five miles away but with these girls we weren't going to walk. Amberly had also suggested that I should be admitted to a mental hospital for coming up with such an idea. Giving the circumstances it seemed like a good idea, Nereida was down for it but Amberly refused it. She refused to be called a hitchhiker, or a beggar. The more I thought about it the more I realized I was not these girls mom's and they weren't my responsibilities. Afterall it was my car and I was gonna do what I wanted. I wanted to get gas, I am my own responsibility.
Grabbing my keys I slam my door shut and locked it. I walked to the side of the road and held out my thumb. I needed to make my own decisions this is what this road trip was about, me making my own choices.
"Oh my God, what is she doing now?" Amberly whined.
"What does it look like I am doing?" I answered Amberly with a question. She suddenly ran after me and grabbed a hold of my arm. In shock I yanked my arm from her hold and held it up almost slapping her. I stopped myself and closed my hands in a fist. I just counted down to ten and held my breath.
"Listen Amberly, I don't know. You don't know me. I'm going to ask you once, don't touch me." Amberly throws her hands up and taking a couple of steps back.
"Okay I'm sorry, but listen how about we call an Uber. It's safer, and I'm pretty sure you have the money." Amberly suggestion was a good suggestion I didn't know why I didn't think of that earlier.
As I reach for my phone in my pocket I realized it wasn't there and I panicked. I had a mini heart attack when I didn't feel it in my jeans. So i ran to the car determined to find my phone. Nereida helped me look under the seats, between the seats, over the car, under the car, everywhere. We looked everywhere but my phone didn't show up.
"It probably fell out my pocket when I was trying to run away from those people." I said defeated.
"You mean those thugs?" Amberly shouted.
"Shut up estupida!" Nereida waved off Amberly who was about to get slapped from myself or Nereida.
Nereida was sarcastic, but was the most quite. I didn't mind Nereida although my car was shot because of her. She had a rough night, she was going through the worst than all of us. Now that I looked back at it I would've punched Amberly already. Cleary there was something wrong with the facts that somebody shot my car for her. Nereida looked the most different from Amberly and I. She had more of a golden complexion. The skin girls go out and catch skin cancer for. Nereida had also long dark curly hair with round brown eyes. Amberly had green eyes, while I had blue eyes. Even so I had to say Nereida had looked better than us both. At the moment not so much. Her hair was put up in a large bun and she was wearing a large t-shirt with a pair of sweat pants.
