Post by Maria Ardini on Aug 13, 2007 21:53:26 GMT -5
The sun was bouncing off the rearview mirror of Maria Ardini's hand-me-down Jetta as she drove around town. It was a Saturday afternoon, and most kids had better things to do then sit in traffic. But of course, Maria was not like most kids. Here she sat, sun beating down on her, beads of sweat dripping from her brow. Oh no, most kids would have refused when their mothers asked them to run errands on a Saturday. And most kids would have gotten their car's air conditioning fixed a long time ago.
With the noise of car horns ringing in her ears, Maria put in a c.d. and turned it up loud in a desperate attempt to drown out the noise. As Paramore's Misery Business started playing, Maria felt slightly more at ease. There was still the fact that she had about a million and one things to do, but that seemed to float to the back of her mind temporarily. How could anyone be stressed about that when they were concentrating on singing the words to a song? She hummed and tapped to the beat on her steering wheel as her car trudged along.
Ten minutes and three songs later, Maria's car had barely moved five feet. She growled in frustration. Why should she be stuck doing errands while everyone else was off having fun? The weekends were only two days out of the week; her only two days off. Why couldn't her mother do these thing while Maria was off at school. She nodded to no one in particular while she thought. Determined not to let her weekend go to waste, she got off at the nearest exit and headed towards town.
It felt odd, yet fantastic, to be moving at a pace faster then three miles per hour. Soon, she'd be home, and it had taken less time then it had to move on the highway. She drove down the town's mainstreet, and the big red and yellow McDonald's sign came into view. It was hot, and a 59 cent ice cream cone shouldn't set her back too much in the cash area. She pulled in the the fast foot restaurant and parked her car. Finally, she was doing something that she actually wanted to do on the weekend.
With the noise of car horns ringing in her ears, Maria put in a c.d. and turned it up loud in a desperate attempt to drown out the noise. As Paramore's Misery Business started playing, Maria felt slightly more at ease. There was still the fact that she had about a million and one things to do, but that seemed to float to the back of her mind temporarily. How could anyone be stressed about that when they were concentrating on singing the words to a song? She hummed and tapped to the beat on her steering wheel as her car trudged along.
Ten minutes and three songs later, Maria's car had barely moved five feet. She growled in frustration. Why should she be stuck doing errands while everyone else was off having fun? The weekends were only two days out of the week; her only two days off. Why couldn't her mother do these thing while Maria was off at school. She nodded to no one in particular while she thought. Determined not to let her weekend go to waste, she got off at the nearest exit and headed towards town.
It felt odd, yet fantastic, to be moving at a pace faster then three miles per hour. Soon, she'd be home, and it had taken less time then it had to move on the highway. She drove down the town's mainstreet, and the big red and yellow McDonald's sign came into view. It was hot, and a 59 cent ice cream cone shouldn't set her back too much in the cash area. She pulled in the the fast foot restaurant and parked her car. Finally, she was doing something that she actually wanted to do on the weekend.
