Strolson Twins

The Fairy got a Chapter, so the Troll wants one too...

 Danny's POV (remember me?)

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I got in my new Volkswagon GTI, turning up the beats.

Flux Pavillion's "Do Or Die" was on. That's my jam.

I shifted into first gear, driving out of Aberdeen, South Dakota's very first car dealership. My

sister was expecting me to be in Fargo at five. I checked the time.

12:34

Plenty of time to pick up Zeke, Cody, and Bethany. Perfect.

(Time warp... 40 minutes later... Ellendale, ND...)

I drove into my driveway, jumpin' out of my car. Running into the house, I remembered Zeke, my

dog. I grabbed my backpack and ran to his kennel. He smiled as I unleashed him. Zeke and I ran

to the car. I opened the door, let him in, and off we went to my friend Cody's house.

I honked the horn 'til Cody and Bethany emerged. Just from looking at him, I knew Cody was on

a sugar high. This will be a fun two and a half hours...

Bethany got into shotgun, making the sugar addict go in the back with Zeke.

"Seat belts!" I called out. I heard two clicks. "All right, let's get on the road."

(Time warp... 140 minutes later...)

"How much longer?" Cody asked for the 8th time.

"Ten minutes, man. Just shut up. For ten minutes. I believe in you, young Padawan."

"You should not put your trust in Cody!" Bethany yelled.

"You have made a very good point." I said.

She made a face at Cody and pet Zeke behind the ears. He licked her in return.

I looked back at Zeke, who was smiling as all get out, happy to be going to Fargo.

I looked across the lane, spotting an old VW Golf, complete with turbo and nitrous oxide

infusions. I looked at the driver, who was staring at my racing car in awe. I looked at him with a

challenging face on, and he seemed to get the message. We had a race.

Shifting up to fourth, I moved in front of the Golf, making the driver slow down behind traffic. The

peeps in the back we're screaming and howling, while Bethany was screeching in my ear. I hate

racer haters.

I pulled over in front of the Golf, getting out of my car and walking over to the driver side of my

opponents car. He smirked and rolled down his window.

"You can drive!" Was the first thing that came out of the bastard's mouth. "When you cheat."

"What did you say?!" I shouted at him.

"I said you cheated. Pulling in front of me? Real cheap, man."

I pulled out the notepad my sister makes me keep in my pocket. Scribbling my number on a

piece of paper, I shoved it in his face.

"Call me when you learn how to drive, bitch."

I walked back to my car, got in and drove off.

We rode into Fargo, dropping off I­94 onto Main Avenue for about a mile, then turning more times

than absolutely necessary. And finally I pulled up to the house, where my dad was standing on

the stairs with open arms, looking like an idiot.

I love my family...