The hum of Elvis’ new car filled the air, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the early morning sun.
I leaned back in the passenger seat, savoring the cool breeze coming through the open window. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t have to endure the humiliation of being dropped off by my parents.
If I'm remembering correctly, the last time I enjoyed being in their car on the way to school was before I hit puberty and I became very self-conscious about what people around thought about me.
I know it's not ideal to have such throughts growing up in a park that's tight knitted like mine, but it wasn't something I could control even if I wanted.
So you can imagine the joy - the bliss even, that I'm getting from just sitting in a car driven by someone my own age, who
