The car's lights are turned off. It smells like car freshener mixed with dirt. I turn a little and check the time. It's two am on a school night. With a dislocated arm and probable internal bleeding, that's even more of an excuse to not go to school.
"Do you have a phone with you?" Kyla asks. She slows the minivan down a bit. "No."
"Good. So you can't call your grandmother."
"Why? I need to get home."
"'Cause phones can be both tapped and geolocated. We'll get caught."
"We didn't do anything wrong."
"Ron and I did, and you're just as much at fault as we are."
"How? You guys dragged me into this."
"Stop being so stubborn, I'm trying to help you here."
"Just tell me! I have the right to know." I yell, but Ron at the back doesn't even budge. She sighs, irritated. "You didn't make an effort to leave the gang."
"Neither did you."
"Lian, we're not talking about me."
"So what? Even if I tried, I wouldn't get out no matter what."
"I know, but that's what we're trying to do now. And you're never like this, you would've wanted to leave and just live normally."
"I just gave up, because if I couldn't leave just like that, I'd rather try to have a decent life in a gang."
We fall silent, under the stars, who peer in through the sunroof. I want to question her on why she even knows how to drive, but I don't. This sky is different from all the other skies, it has a moon in the form of a smile.
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They Are Stars
Short Story(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
