At the Wheel

“I’ll be right back honey.”
I hear the engine of other cars 
growl and grind.  I am tempted to turn the
wheel and accelerate. I smile.  My mom is paying
for the dark brown, bitter, brown stuff.  I am in the
front seat.  “Rrhrhrrrhhhr,” I say in a childish manner, “go 
car go!”
    “My daughter is driving!”

Avery O. (Middle School, 2011-2) (p#10371)

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