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Chapter1 sample (not full chapter)

The car ride is 4 hours. Yes I know 4 whole fudging hours. I'm starting to dislike my choice of top I put on this morning. At least I wore shorts but why did I put on a long sleeved top? It's been half an hour and it boiling hot. And to add to that there's traffic. I start fiddling with the radio thinking I might as well entertain myself.

"So baby pull me closer on the back seat of your rover, that I know you can't afford bite that tattoo on your shoulder"
I starting humming along with the song doing the actions it says in the lyrics.
Ok. Now I'm just bored with this song so I changed the song. Don't judge me but I have this thing that I can't keep the same song the whole time I get bored quickly.
"I used to believe"
YASS! I'm no Justin bieber fan but you've got to admit that his songs are getting better.
I turned the volume up a bit.
"Don't you give up na na na
I won't give up na na na
Let me love you"
For some reason I have a habit of mouthing words to random people I don't know in Other cars as long as they're not my age. The two young kids stared at me bewildered as I sang let me love you. So into the song, I didn't notice my phone vibrating next to me. I turned the volume down and answered.

"Hey cuz how it going?" Said the quirky voice that belonged to my cousin Katie.

"Hey, I'm still stuck in traffic but according to google I should be there in 3 and a half hours depending on the traffic"

"Oh ok. Anyways tom wanted to ask you if you had any talents?" Tom's her boyfriend in case you didn't know. He teaches at a high school as a gym teacher.

"Why?"
"His school are having some talent show and they're running short on contestants. You know teenagers theses days, they'd rather Netflix and chill or party than do this. It's tonight at 8pm and he wanted to know if your interested"

"Tell him no way. Il be too tired and I don't even have any talents"

"Ok il tell him. Anyways see you soon"

"Ok bye"

I ended the call and decided to pull of at a petrol station to buy a shirt. I know they won't have a wide variety but all I care about right now is that it's short sleeved.
I parked my car and locked it before walking inside. The smell of petrol filled my nostrils making my eyes water slightly. I looked around but couldn't find anything apart from snacks and drinks. I went to the front till to ask were they were. A guy around my age who needed serious spot treatment sat there looking bored.
"Where are the shirts and tops?" I questioned.
I caught his attention but he gave me some weird sort of worried ,sympathetic look.
"There over there next to the newspapers and nuts. You might wanna treat that fast. You can get an infection" he said looking at my Fore head.
"Treat what?"
" That cut. It's quite deep"
Realisation dawned upon me, remembering why I had a cut on my head.
I mumbled a quick thanks and went to the bathroom.