Michael's Point of View
It is raining and there are very few jeeps passing by. I looked at my watch– 6:43 p.m. I want to go home. They will scold me if I get home at midnight.
Annoying, why did I forget my umbrella?
"Child, do you need a ride home?"
I looked behind me. A man– may be in his forties was there. He smiled at me. I just nodded and turned my back on him. Why is there no passing jeep?
I felt a hand on my shoulder. The man was still there.
"I have a car, kid. Ah that, oh." The man pointed to a black SUV.
"Do you want to come along?"
I looked up at the sky. It seems like there's no way of stopping the rain.
"Alright," I agreed. I can do anything. The man walked over and I followed him. He opened the door of the car and entered.
I had not yet fastened my seatbelt when sudd
