GENRE: Young Adult Fairytale Retelling
If she touched the volume one more time, she’d pull back a bloody nub. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her little fingers inch towards the dial.
“Casey!” I snarled.
“But I love this song!” Casey said in that whiney, nasal tone all ten-year-olds used when they wanted their way. But I wasn’t giving in.
“Seriously kid! I have a headache. Could you please behave until we get home?” I cringed. I sounded just like mom.
She slumped back in the seat, crossed her arms over her chest, and thrust out her bottom lip. “You sound just like mom.”
“Yeah, well you are acting like a spoiled little brat.” When I got my license, my adventures sans parents were supposed to be filled with hanging out with my friends and cute guys. Not chauffeuring my annoying little sister to and from ballet practice.
“I’m telling mom you called me a brat.”
“Whatever.” I leaned forward and turned the volume all the way down. The pounding in my head eased as the bass dulled.
My head shot up at the stomach-wrenching sound of tires squealing across asphalt. The blinding white light from a pair of headlights barreled towards us. Dirt and rocks flew up like a rooster tail on both sides of the truck as it launched over the median.