Chapter 13. Anything on Wheels

Diana

I couldn't find Jane after school so I hitched a ride with Martin because I wanted him to drop me off at our town's only car repair shop. My heart felt relieved that I had my friend back even though our separation was only for some hours. Luckily, the awkward situation with our history teacher was easily resolved by us rushing into the class to the snickering of the other students.

On our way home, Martin kept talking about this regional math competition his team were planning to enter. He was so excited that I kept begging him to keep his eyes on the road, even though our little town was accident-free because the roads were not busy. My brain knew this fact, but the trauma I was suffering from refused to completely settle whenever I was in a car.

It took me two years, after the accident, to enter a car and not flinch or panic, another year to get my car, and one more to be comfortable with the speedometer passing the seventy mark. Yeah, I had a car of my own. It just happened