The Beach Party
I drove away from the school parking lot feeling so pissed with Victoria, and when I saw her on the bus stop craning her neck from side to side, I was curling my fists hard on the steering wheel because she made me lose my patience. I pressed the button of the horn loud enough for her to hear, and when she darted a glance at the car, I could see the frustration on her face right away, and when I stopped the car in front of her, I could see the anger on her face that matched with my own.
I yelled at her to get in, and I felt so frustrated when she pretended she didn't hear or see me. And she never listened when I told her she would regret it if she did not get inside the car. And when I realized she would never give me her attention, I got out of the car and carried her,
