Alexis
My heart splintered with each mile I drove, hating every noise from the city streets and the flashing red lights that stopped me at every corner.
I gripped the wheel tightly, trying to steady myself, and turned on Google Maps since I had never been to Alex's place before. The app directed me through this unfamiliar area, guiding me past quiet residential neighborhoods and into the bustling central district with tall skyscrapers and neon-lit streets.
The lanes narrowed and merged, leaving me struggling to navigate the twisting roads that seemed to get busier by the second. I should’ve just taken a bus.
I swerved to avoid a reckless car full of teenagers blasting music loud enough to shake the pavement, and I honked, yelling, "Get off the road, you damn idiots!"
My road rage
