Why Am I Here? Part Two

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Hello! I’m back! Sorry I didn’t post last week, I forgot. Go me! Anyway. I have something today, because I love you. 😉 And a cool banner thingy for the short story, which looks pretty cool if I do say so myself. 

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Okay cool. Let’s get on with this post. If you haven’t read the first part,  you should. It’s right… HERE

Part Two:

I’m really starting to get tired of Legend’s music choice. Seriously, not only is it  bad. But its most of the same songs over and over again. She is currently obsessed with some musical that’s newer to broadway and it’s not any better than the old ones. I’m thinking about jumping out of the car.

“Do we have to listen to this?” I huff. She stops her music, as if we can’t talk over it.

“Um yea. And it’s educational. But you wouldn’t know because you-”

“I quit high school,” I say in exaggerated high pitched voice. “I’m just saying, I don’t care much about the founding fathers if its repedative rap song.”

“You’re just going to have to get used to it. And I don’t talk like that,” She crosses her arms and put her feet on the dash. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, she notices. “Oh come on, your car isn’t even that nice.”

“Well it gets worse every time you put your gross feet up there,” I shrug. She rolls her eyes and presses play on the music, turning it up really loud. I pull out the map, driving with my knees. I place my thumb on where we need to go and my other where we are currently. “Oh my gosh we still have another hour.”

“Oh! I know!” She claps her hands and changes the song, “Name it!”

“I don’t know this song,” I sigh.

“Try.”

“No.”

“You suck.”

“So I’ve heard.” I sigh again. “I should be making you drive.”

“Why, so you can turn on some horrible song. No way Hosea.” She crosses her arms. “And you need to at least guess.”

“I will turn this car around,” I roll my eyes. That was a line dad always used as a joke. Legend goes quiet.

“I miss him,” She says quietly.

“Well yea no kidding,” I snort. She turns the music down and curls up in the seat.

“Wake me when we get there.” She yawns.

“Yea okay.” I mutter. I hate the fact that they left us. I hate the fact that I’m 17 and I have to take care of my 21 year old sister when she makes stupid mistakes. I hate the fact that they’re not here to clean up her mess. Because I can’t totally fix the hole in her wall. Only touch up the paint.

An hour later I smack Legend a couple times to wake her up. “We’re here.”

“What…? Oh umm..” She stretches  as I park the car. “It’s pretty here.”

“Yea. Concrete buildings make great mountain replacements.” I nod. I hate the city. Too many people in one spot. Too many buildings in one spot. Too many everything in one spot I climb out of my car and the smell hits me. Of soggy french fries and too many bodies. Like oil stains and dirty birds. I wrinkle my nose. “We’re just getting the car back and then I’m out of here.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” She smiles weakly.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I grab my bag. It’s full of essentials, lock picks, disguises, that kind of thing. I had told myself I wouldn’t use it again but here I am.  “So, who stole it?”

“Well…” She laughs, rubbing her neck, “My boyfriend’s ex.”

“Of course,” I sling the bag over my back and start walking. She follows. “Who else?”

“She’s like rich and famous or something,” She shrugs, “Probably better than me.”

“I doubt that,” I bump her a little, “You’re hair can’t be beat.”

“Well, that much is true,” She laughs, her green eyes sparkle a little. And I wasn’t lying about her hair. It’s really pretty. Long and naturally wavy, with  volumes and a shade of dark brown. And her clear skin and perfect figure complete the picture. She could probably go into makeup or something. She bumps me back, “You know what I just realized?”

“What?” I smirk a little.

“You have a very nice smile. I’ve never seen it before,” She giggles a little.

“Oh my gosh. I smile a lot. See I’m smiling now,” I laugh with her, “Show me where this girl’s place is. I need to check it out. She’ll probably be well protected. If she’s famous or whatever.”

“Top floor of that building, the whole top floor,” I cuss. She slaps me, “Don’t cuss.”

“Why not?” I frown at her, she’s the one who taught me to. When I was five if I remember correctly.

“I’ve decided its a bad thing and we must only use cuss words if the situation truly calls for it,” She grabs my arm and races towards the building before I can answer. I trip a little and try to stay with her pace. The building is huge. With large glass windows and at leas five guys cleaning them. There’s doormen and red carpets and fancy plants the door way. basically a cesspool of rich people.And it actually might be a good thing that the building is on the top floor. That means the garage is probably  in the basement. Which means she might not hear us taking it and we won’t have to helicopter it down to the ground floor. Of course she probably doesn’t own the whole building so there’s the other people to take into consideration. Before I know it, we’re right in from of the building. Legend walks in. She gives the doorman her sweetest smile. I join her. “Hi, mind letting us in? We’re thinking about moving in here. My boyfriend here are going to get married soon. But he hasn’t proposed yet, isn’t that sad?” 

“You can go in I guess, ” The man says. I’m surprised. I look nothing like something who could  be getting married. I look 14. Legend actually looks her age. He’ll be easy to take care of when we actually steal the car. Legend giggles a little and thanks him and skips inside. I follow her. I stop short when I get into the building. This will be way harder than I thought it would be. Legend seems to be thinking the same thing.

“We need Ellis.” We say at the same time.

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4 thoughts on “Why Am I Here? Part Two

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