I woke up the next morning and did my usual routine, walking out the door just as Chris pulled up.
“Morning Allie-bear” cooed Chris.
“Not cool” I frowned.
They all erupted into a fit of laughter as we drove to school. Classes passed quickly and soon it was lunch, we were all sitting outside in the shade today. I was sprawled out on the grass trying to throw grapes into Chris’ mouth.
“Hey Chris” I trailed off.
“Yeah?”
“Can I borrow your phone, please?” I asked sweetly.
“Uh sure” he said pulling out his phone.
I pulled out the card Henry gave me and typed the number in, pressing dial. The phone rang twice before a masculine voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey.. It's Allie" I said awkwardly
" Oh, hey Allie"
"Um I called because you said to call you today"
"Oh yeah where do you live so I can come and get you"
"Um just meet me at the park from last night" I stuttered.
"Ok, see you in at 4 then?"
I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see my response.
"Uhh Allie? Are you there?"
"Yes! Sorry I nodded and forgot that you can't see me because you're probably at your house or school or wherever you are" I said in one big breath.
"Wow… You blabber on a lot"
"Shut up, see you at 4" I said and hung up, not waiting for a reply.
The rest of the day went by quickly and soon enough I was waiting at the park for Henry. I fumbled nervously with the hem of my shirt as I waited anxiously. A loud horn blaring rang through the quiet and what used to be peaceful park; I looked up to see an expensive looking sports car parked beside the curb with the roof off. I faintly made out what I hoped was Henry's face as I squinted to try to see better through the glare. I stood up and made my way over to the car and the passenger door swung open.
"Hey there darling, need a ride?" drawled Henry in a bad Texas accent.
"You're so weird" I huffed while sliding into the sleek car.
Not even a second after I closed the door was the once stationary car speeding down the empty street. Oh good lord, I will be lucky to make it to my audition in one piece with his idiotic driving. Half an hour later the car screeched to a sudden stop out in front of Walsh Performing Arts academy. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car nervously, staring up at the large building.
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The streets
Teen FictionLosing your parents is hard. Nearly being kicked out of the house with an older brother is harder. But through all these tough times that seventeen year old Allison Price has been through she has had a savior and strength. Something that made her sm...
