Demon Inside my Sister

Way to Convincing.

"Not much." I say. Actually I know a little, my dad taught my when I first got my car. I turn to walk away but Travis stopped me.

"Where are you going?" he says. his arms are already in the engine.

"Not sure. I can't go back home, and if I'm anywhere near it, the cops will arrest me." I am still walking.

"You know, I could use some company on the road. some one to talk to would be nice." I stop and turn around, then I take a few steps in his direction.

"No thanks." I say. "I will probably just waste your money on my food."

"Hey I don't care. A 16 year old girl can't eat that much."

"Oh really? you think I'm 16?"

"Well yeah. How old are you?"

I raise an eyebrow. "No, you go first. How old are you?"

"Im sixteen. As you can see, I can drive." He gestures toward his car.

I let out a laugh. I really am 18, my sister is not. I can drive though. I have a drivers license in my pocket. A drivers license of a dead girl. My drivers license.

"I'm also sixteen. looks like you got lucky." We share a laugh. Ever since I died, I have never been this happy. wait. never mind. I've never been this happy period.

He says "I don't believe you. you seemed surprised when I said I thought you were 16." I reach into my pocket and walk near him. I pull out my drivers license. "most people think I'm a lot younger than what I really am." I say. "and yes I do. And yes I will"

" 'And yes I do. And yes I will' what?"

" And yes I know a little bit about engines. And yes I will come with you, Travis.... Under one condition...."

"What?"

I look over at his keys and grab them. I dangle them in front of his face, which is above my head.

"I get to drive."