Kiwileigh Stories

"I fucking hate you Simon Minter! I never want to see you again." I yelled, attempting to look out the back window to see if it was okay to pull over to the shoulder of the road. It wasn't. A blue Mercedes, like the one Simon had saved me from, came out of nowhere, and hit us, jerking us back. Suddenly we were flipping, nose on tail, into the ditch.