Darcy Anderson: Learning To Drive

Highway of Hell

Everyone has a funny story about when they learned to drive.

Darcy Anderson has a great story.

Terrible, but great.

They had been kicked out of another foster house (well Darcy killed a neighbor three houses down, so Morgan broke the rules at the house so the foster parents would kick the sisters out).

Darcy hadn't wanted to move into another foster house. This was their fifth one that year, and it was April. It was hard to find houses for two girls who were known for thinking a doll became a serial killer. They were going to be sent to a girl's home soon, or worse, be separated. Morgan had anxious at the idea. She decided it was better for the sister's to runaway.

So they did. Morgan stole a van, tricking it out so she and Darcy could live inside. She built a bot to act as the driver. Morgan was aware she looked nine, so she couldn't drive. The bot was their best option.

That was their life the entire month of April.

It ended not long after Darcy's driving lesson.

Darcy had begged Morgan for the driving lesson, if only so Darcy could get the experience. They were runaways, one having a habit for murdering people and the other a habit of cleaning it up. They couldn't afford to have only one driver. Or to trust that Morgan's bot wouldn't need repairs. If it did, they'd be stuck until Morgan fixed it. If Darcy could drive, she could pretend to be an adult long enough for Morgan to fix Mom-Bot.

Morgan hated when Darcy used logic. It was just...grating...on her brain.

They had chosen an abandoned lot near a bajillion warehouses. Morgan thought it was the perfect place to practice driving (on short notice. She'd prefer a forest space, or park, not somewhere with a lot of firm, stable buildings to crash into).

Morgan was content. Not happy, not concerned, just content.

"Alright Darcy." Morgan clapped her hands together. She was hoping the phrase 'fake it til you make it' would work for her excitement. "Ready to drive?"

Darcy turned to her sister. Before sitting in the car Darcy was given protective gear from head to toe.

"No."

"Good!" Morgan clicked in her seatbelt. "Just remember. If were caught, I'm deaf and you don't speak English."

"Ay dios mio, mi hermana."

"[Correct]." Morgan signed.

Darcy did a double take. "What was that?" She asked, pointing to her sister's hands.

Morgan blinked. "It...was signing. I was signing."

"Signing what?" Darcy asked.

'Why is my sister so stupid?' Morgan thought to herself. She remembered her sister was nine, so there was room for stupidity. "It's sign language. Deaf people use it because they can't hear words."

"That's why they do that?" Darcy gawked, only just now getting it. "OH!"

Morgan reminded herself her sister was nine, and there was room for stupidity.

"Yeah."

Darcy laughed. She flopped back against the seat. "That's gotta be cool. Sign language is awesome! It must be easier for deaf people to talk when they all sign the same language."

"No, there are other sign languages."

"...what."

"I was using ASL, to my knowledge there's BSL, and other ones that I don't know."