I sat in my college English class bored out of my mind. Just three more weeks of this till I graduate. The professor tells us our assignment for the week just a the bell rings. I type my assignment into my notes of my laptop and proceed to pack up.
I get a text from my friend Mya asking to meet up with her at Starbucks.
I get into my Jeep Patriot and head to Starbucks. I order my usual cappuccino and walk over to where I see my friend on her phone watching something wither ear buds in. I walk over and sit in front of her.
"Hey" I say when she looks up at me from her phone.
"O-M-FREAKING-G, so I'm checking through my feed and this video shows up about some high speed chase," she says practically bouncing in her seat.
"And...," I trail off.
"okay so you remember that mafia phase we went through, you know how we wanted to go to Italy and marry one of those hot mafia family leaders," she says reminding me of that time back in high school.
"oh yeah. we were stupid 9th graders," I say with a bright smile thinking back to the phase.
"well the ones involved in this little high speed chase are so called new comers who been here for at least three year but have been very indirect till now," she says.
"And how do you know this" I ask.
"Well, there's this thing called the internet can be very helpful when needing to find out information," She says very sarcastically.
"Oh whatever Mya" she say turning away from her.
"Let do something to night," she says as I turn back around to face her again.
"Well, there's that one club that opened up a couple months ago" I suggest while going to take a sip of my drink.
"Ok" ill up you up around 9" She says as we get up to leave
