Car Lights

2. So I sat there, mouth agape, hand frozen on the keys of my little gold car. Surely, this was karma. Karma, for what I had only, just moments ago, said to John. The routine 'go home' had been taken to the point where I was, in fact, going home- and I reminded him he wasn't.

And my little gold car, no matter how many times I turned the key refused to start. Lovely. To my rescue came one, Ashley LeClair, jumper cables in hand to make my little gold car breathe again.

On my first full day of school, I had already learned my first life lesson - Don't leave your lights on.

Ready, set, go.