you *can't* drive my car

one: no drama

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    My turn signal was starting to drive me crazy. Never had I sat in a turn lane for so long without the slightest break in traffic. They really needed to time the traffic lights better in this town.

    My left elbow propped up on my rolled down window, head in my hand, I must have had the most bored expression possible. It didn't help that I was a bundle of nerves for my first day of school.

    Although, I guess it was everyone's first day of school, technically speaking. It just happened to be my first day at a new  school. I still had seven minutes until the first bell, but considering how long I'd been waiting to turn, I was no longer counting on being on time.

    Suddenly I saw a small break in traffic and floored the gas pedal. I heard my tires screech due to the quick turn, but I didn't really care.

I needed to find a damn parking spot.

As I drove through the gate and into the parking lot, I noticed lots of heads turn my way. That didn't really surprise me though, given the fact that my car could be heard from miles away.

At the brisk 5 miles per hour I was currently going, due to the students aimlessly walking throughout the lot, I realized that none of them seeming not to care if a car hit them or not.

I wasn't going to lie, I loved the attention I got from my car. Most people didn't expect that a girl would drive a muscle car. I think the looks of shock, and sometimes even judgement, I always got as I stepped out of the driver's side and locked the door were my favorite thing about it.

At the last second, I hooked a right into what was probably the last parking spot. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I still had four minutes to get to the gym.

Actually, maybe that wasn't very much time. I didn't exactly know where the gym was.

I quickly killed the ignition and put the wheel lock on the steering wheel. I wasn't about to have some high schooler try to steal my car, okurr.

Really Sam? Why'd you have to ruin the narrative by saying okurr? Not even the lame kids used that lingo anymore.

Nevertheless, I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and hopped out of the car, locking my door. A group of younger girls walked past me chatting loudly, and I noticed one glance from me to my car and back again.

She rolled her eyes.

Great. I guess teenage girls were the same no matter where you were in the country.

I ignored her as I sped-walked past her group, following the throng of students that I hoped were all making their way to the gym. There was a first day of school assembly, and I didn't want to have the entire student body stare at me by walking in late. Just as I entered the gym lobby I heard the first bell go off, but I didn't stress too much. There were plenty of kids all around me that were still entering the building. I'd be able to blend in with them.

As I walked in, I saw the bleachers extended out as far as they could go on both sides of the gym. There were red and white balloons scattering the wooden floor, and posters hung on the wall divided the bleachers into four sections, one for each grade level. I quickly scanned for the senior section, and was relieved to find that it was closest to the door. I walked up a couple rows and saw some empty space to sit near the walkway. I sat a couple feet away from a group of girls sitting in the same row, and dropped my backpack between my feet.

I glanced around the gym some more, taking in the whole sight. I looked at the girls next to me again, assuming that they had to be the popular group. They were all exceptionally pretty and animatedly talked to one another. To be honest, it made me feel like an outcast.