Convincing Shae Harbor

Convincing Shae Harbor: Chapter 5

I'm too afraid of driving a car, so I haven't got my license yet. There's so many stories that have stopped me, thus far. After last year's Christmas, Sybil Banks and Claudia White flew off the highway. 

Those girls are like a couple of horrors more than anyone else. I saw the two of their bodies being buried on the edges of town on a day when the whole school was invited to see them. 

All of their friends laid flowers on their graves, but I hadn't thought about shying away. Sybil Banks has a brother with a plot of land next to her grave that his parents have lovingly reserved for him. His real name is Bartholomew, but we all call him 'Machine'.

The Banks family is very wealthy, and my friend has a beautiful house upon a hilltop. The pilot, who owns the place, led me to stumble upon it, a long time ago. Almost every single day, my best friend, Machine, will guide me up the hill and then fly me so far over it. 

I make trips there every day, but my dad hates me for it. I know that he hates the things that I do with Machine. Machine and my other friends smoke a bunch of weed in his basement, but that's only because his parents don't whine about a damn thing after what happened to his sister, Sybil.

Anyways, I'm shocked that the crash hasn't effected Machine like it has me. It's early on Friday, and the sheriff is on his way to get me. My best friend's loaded weapon usually takes me to school, each week.

Although, it's probably not best for me to have to rely on somebody else. Within my visions of the future, I'll be driving Shae Harbor from show to show, and she won't have to ask for a ride from a bad guy like Machine. 

Bang!

It's forty-five minutes after the hour, and he's pulling up to the front of my house in his brand new, red Camaro. Before he had the Camaro, he used to drive an Olds Mobile that was red like everything else. Everything is red that he's wearing just like the Robins of Honeyville.

"What's up?" I asked him as the door was opened.

I sat beside him in the shotgun while he was puffing on his cigarette. There's nothing better than a good smoke on a Friday morning. 

That's when Machine threw up his guns. "It's time to roll out!"

My best friend is caught up in his music, but his Camaro is blowing up. Shapeless clouds of pot smoke are climbing up over the windows, and they're leaving a scent behind us. Matter of fact, they're blowing out pretty damn quick.

Machine passed me his cigarette, so that I would finish it off for him.

"Are you getting more after school?"

Both of his eyes were now red after smoking his weed. Listen, I've seen them more than once, and they're always shining red. Matter of fact, everything is red that I've seen thus far, today.

"I'll find someone," he blew out. "If you ask Bob for money."

"I can pay you back, later," I said to him. "I'm coming over after school."

It's almost 8 o'clock, and we're showing up late. My class will know that I'm high, but they haven't read a good story yet.