Stolen

Chapter 2

"RING RING RING!..."

The unmistakable sound of my alarm on my phone sounded, with its sarcastic tone. I shut it up, and then I sat up, adjusting my eyes to the light from the window. Eventually, I jumped off the bed and got to the bathroom to brush my teeth and change into my school clothes.

I never got used to wearing the same shirt and pants every day for school. Not that they were dirty, I cleaned them every day. It's just that they would always show no freedom of dressing. But it isn't really that big of a deal. It wouldn't kill someone just to look good in a tight suit for school.

Despite the downside of the school dress code, I was still able to make it downstairs and eat my usual breakfast: Cream cheese sandwich with orange juice.

Afterwards, I grabbed my bag and ran out with Dad alongside me to the car, which was a black BMW M1. Only God knows how he was able to get a car worth about a hundred thousand dollars, maybe a lot more, but at least he could deal with its usual supercar stuff.

"Ready Tommie?" Dad asked.

"Always," I replied.

Dad smiled as he reversed in a quick fashion, and then he slipped the gear into first and sent the car flying into what felt like supersonic speed, with the song "Genesis" by Justice playing on loud volume.

I'm guessing this was what helped Dad to stop dwelling on the past, fast driving, and loud hit music playing on the radio. I wish I could do that too, but I'm sentenced to wait for four years, like all the other fourteen year olds, until I can even try doing one mile an hour in even a Smart Car.

Dad got me to the school in a blink of an eye. I must've dozed off, because he shook me repeatedly until I was brought back to the world.

"You ok?" Dad asked me, with a concerned expression in his face.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about my future car, and how it won't be a boring Nissan Altima," I said with a smile.

Dad chuckled. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, sonny."

The car behind us honked its horn. I didn't want the news crew to film a BMW M1 causing major traffic on a school driveway. "Bye," I said as I hopped out of the car.

"Be good" was the last thing I heard before I shut the door. The BMW took off running, as if it were trying to catch up to its girlfriend.

I turned towards the doors to the school, which were blocked from view by the sea of people all waiting for 8:00, when the students were allowed inside. It was beyond me to believe how others could stand everyone wearing the same kind of uniform. I didn't have anything against it either, but you would've thought that someone would've snapped about it.

One guy was walking towards me. "Honestly, Tommie, I'm gonna die of jealousy," he said. It was my friend Jack.

"Why? The BMW?" I asked, puzzled.

"No, your hair," he answered sarcastically. "Yes your BMW!"

"It's nothing yo," I reassured him. "There are cars better than the M1. Besides, the M1 is a classic, why would you want it?"

"The body was made by Lamborghini," Jack answered.

"Not all Lamborghini's were the best," I remarked.

Jack had a pained look on his face. We could've gone on forever on this argument, but the bell rang just then.

At least that conversation could help me forget about last night, at least for a while.