Kendall was any other normal sixteen year old girl, she thought... An unexpetd series of events occurs, shaping her into what nobody expected. The decaying world tries to beat the most strong willed humans down, as the light that used to be fade...
I threw my backpack and purse into the backseat, twisting the key in. The truck growled to a start. My dad waved from the front door, sending me off with the blow of a kiss. I did what any other sixteen year old teenager would do and nodded my head in disgust at my embarrassing parent, but quietly laughed under my breath.
The truck zoomed out of my suburban neighborhood. Friendly neighbors taking their morning walks waved as I drove by. As I reached the highway, it was a sight I have never seen before. Yes, Denver traffic was hellish. But not at seven am in the morning. I left forty-five minutes before I needed to every morning to make sure of that. There was honking everywhere, it sounded like the beginning of the movie World War Z. I looked all around me to find any sign of what the hell was going on. There were no signs giving the reason for this amount of traffic. There was loud shouting from angry business people, loud music from teenagers feeling the need to share their music with the world, and honking, so much damn honking.
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No one was even switching lanes for a faster route, because there literally were no lanes. I peered into the window of the car next to me. It was Mrs. Anderson, a boy named Jett's parent. Jett goes to my school, we've never really had a conversation. He usually hangs around the kids that ditch a lot and really don't give a shit where they're going in the future. Now you're probably thinking I'm preppy, I have perfect grades, and a scholarship for the best school in the United States. I like to call myself an inbetweener, I don't particularly care about my grades, they range from high C's to A's but nothing higher than a 92.9%. I honestly think that school is bullshit. Not because I just don't like waking up and actually doing something with my life. I don't like it because of the way it makes me feel. If you think about it, it is literally a competition on who's the most educated. Grades are just something that a teacher plasters on a certain subject to show you what level of education you are in it. Throughout our whole lives we are given a certain mindset by these people that hardly know how our independent brains work. Whatever, I just wish something would end school in all.
Mrs. Anderson motioned her hand for me to roll down my window, "Hey Mrs. Anderson! Do you know what's going on?" I asked. Jett had his eyes glued on his phone, as always. His hood was pulled down over his head, covering his brown eyes.
"No that was what I was gonna ask you." she said, "I'm gonna be late to work... I have to drop off Jett and then get to work which is a good thirty miles away from your school." She was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in impatience. "You know, I'm going to the same place as Jett... I could take him from you..." I requested, even though I really didn't want to take him. He can be kind of a dick.
"Jett honey..." Mrs. Anderson pulled the headphones out of an irritated Jett's ears, great. "Kendall is gonna be taking you to school so I'm not late." Jason threw his headphones in his bag, slamming his door behind him, "Awesome..."
The traffic began to move a little so Mrs. Anderson waved goodbye to me, blowing a kiss to Jett who just huffed. I switched my radio on. Linkin Park, What I've Done was playing. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel slightly nodding my head to the song. Jett lifted his head up and gave me a slight smile.
