ONYX
I had driven the familiar roads of Harbour Bay many times, but this time, it was different because I was executing Phase Three of my plan. The car sped up, passing a plethora of mansions and people, the radio, which was turned down to a whisper played a familiar-tuned pop song and the car was silent. The only things that could be heard were my engine revving and my wheels zooming.
“Can you stop tapping on the steering wheel? You’re making me nervous,” Sarah pleaded, breaking the silence. I stopped tapping the steering wheel twenty minutes ago.
“You’ve been tapping your foot the whole drive so I guess we’re even,” I retorted back.
Sarah was going to meet my parents for the first time and I could understand how she was feeling. They were people she barely knew and this arrangement w
