We walked out to his car. It was some small black thing. I got in the passenger’s seat and buckled up. I got in the driver seat and started to go. I told him where I live. We headed out of the suburbs and into a richer neighborhood. He must have noticed. “So what do your parents do for a living?” he asked.
“Well my mom’s a nurse and my dad does business.” I said. He looked confused. He knew that wasn’t enough money to live here. “But I write” his eyes opened wide.
“Wait you’re!” his sentence broke off.
“Yep that’s me. I wrote the Hair Dye Books.”
“Oh my God! You in my car!” he was fangirling... boying.
“Yes yes I am. That’s my house.”
“Right,” He turned in the driveway, “Well it was nice meeting you Ally.”
“Same. Thanks for driving me home.” I got out of the car and so did he. It was weird but he walked me up to the front door. I rang the doorbell. My mom opened the door. She suppressed a scream when she saw my cloths. “I’m ok mom..um… this is David. He drove me home.” I nodded toward him. My mom nodded.
“Your daughter is very brave. You should be very proud of her,” He said, “Goodnight.” He nodded towards us and walked back to his car. Then I walked into my house.
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The Final Call
RomansaWARNING! This story could trigger some readers! Please use caution! Ally had never lived an ordinary life. She was a successful, published author before high school. She'd always had her troubles, but nothing like this. When her boyfriend tries to...
