Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
12am was usually the time Adrienne Check would be cramming homework that she left for last minute, but Christmas break had changed that. Not as much homework, and she had longer to leave for last minute Reason #103 of why she fucking loved Christmas.
But tonight, Adrienne Check was a girl on a mission. It was December 20th, and there were 5 sleeps till her favourite day of the entire year. And this had never been a more perfect night. It had been snowing in Faultline, Wyoming for a couple of days now, but it wasn't as thick as expected. Everything still looked white, pristine, and she couldn't have asked for more suitable weather.
Dusting down her outfit and grabbing the black trench coat she had hung over her desk chair, she quietly tiptoed out of the house. Everytime a mere floor board creaked, she would whip her head around to see if anyone had heard. The housekeepers might still be awake, and her parents probably had some type of supernatural hearing.
Nevertheless, she made it to the garage, where she saw the 1967 Ford Mustang Convertible that her dad had gotten a few years prior. Adrienne had always been a sucker for the vintage cars, but her dad never let her drive it. But that was exactly what she was going to do now.
She hopped into the driver's seat, and started the engine up, still cautious about the noise she was probably making, and sighing in relief when she didn't hear her parents running towards the garage and screaming their faces off. Yeah, I better get the fuck outta here.
It was calming. Driving through town in a vintage convertible while listening to music was one of the few things that made Adrienne feel genuinely calm. Add the fact that it's Christmas music, and you not only get a calm Adrienne, but a happy one as well. And tonight was special, because the closer she got to her destination, the more giddy she was feeling in her chest.
Eventually, she got there. She parked the car at the end of the driveway, and watched the breaths she took turn into smoke. Was she nervous now? Was she excited? Not a fucking clue. But she was here, and she knew she wanted to do this.
