[BOOK THREE]
Sierra Page struggled with moving on. The events from earlier that winter were permanently engraved in her head and with the loss of Allison, she knew she wasn't the same girl she used to be. But that was okay. Because she still had Sti...
It didn't matter who accompanied her, she hated the uneasiness she felt sitting behind the wheel. All the rules of the road confused her and there were too many buttons in the car for her to remember.
Add the darkness from the sun setting in Beacon Hills, Malia found herself locking her jaw to keep her frustration at bay.
Kira and Lydia attempted to help, showing her the proper placement of her hands on the steering wheel. But when Malia slowly started down the street, Kira's constant assurance didn't make Malia feel better.
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"Please, just shut up," she snapped, keeping her eyes focused in front of her.
"No problem," Kira nodded, pursing her lips. "Shutting up right now."
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However it didn't last long as Malia drifted into the other lane. "Uh, other way. Other way!"
"Malia," Lydia called her name worriedly, gripping the edge of her seat. "We are now off the road, this is not the road."
"Malia, please go the other way!"
Malia ignored their pleas and discarded the branches hitting her windshield. She only spoke when an irritable beep wouldn't go off. "What is that?" she asked them. "What's beeping?"
"The car is trying to tell you to not run into a tree," Lydia informed quickly and hit her arm once the trunk was a mere feet away. "Turn the wheel. Malia!"
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