Red Mustang~Sky

I woke up in the front seat of a vehicle I hadn't owned the night before. Morning light was shining through the car's dashboard hitting me square in the face. My head was pounding as if a sledge hammer had whacked my skull a few times. I felt nasaus. Empty beer bottles were scattered on the floor. Some were broken and the car reeked of it. Something told me those bottles had been full when I stole this vehicle.

No one from our group was with me. I would have liked that more if it wasn't for the throbbing in my head. My mind reeled trying to remember how I had gotten here. All I could recall was getting in a huge fight with Cruella De Vil and leaving. (stupid olive took the paint out)

For a few minutes I looked around the parking lot, glaring at all the cars. My crow bar was in the passengers seat, I really wanted to smash a few of those windows but I resisted the urge.

I grabbed the keys that were dangling on the side of the dashboard. Jamming them into the ignition. The radio started projecting an immensely annoying song. The singer continued to stutter. Someone should have taught Lady Gaga to pronounce poker a long time ago. As the voice on the radio continued rambling on singing "Pa pa poker..." My patience was being worn thin until finally I screamed "SHUT THE F-"

The car swerved alittle and I struggled to maintain control. Once I was back on my side of the road I slammed the controller changing the station and grabbing one of the remaining beers. Silently hoping that I wouldn't get pulled over.

I wasn't sure what town we were staying in, or even if I was in the right state. But I had a theory that it wasn't that far away. That I was close to where they were. Guiltily I realized I didn't nessicarly want to go back. I would prefer just to keep driving until I reached Nebraska, my homeland. That was to far away at the moment though so I toyed with the idea of not trying to find the others and joining a circus.

After a few minutes of considering that idea I sighed. I knew I needed to go back. My head was pounding more then it had before. With every tree that whooshed by I knew I'd have to pull over if it got any worse.

An exit ramp came up on the highway so I gratefully took the chance to stop and grab a bite to eat. Some old buildings soon came into view they looked to be abandoned. One was a beautiful mansion, with a light blue wrap around porch. I carefully parked near the house, slowly getting out of the car to manage a better look. The windows were plywooded shut and a no truspassing sign loomed on the door. This would be the perfect place to stay for awhile. I wrote down the street and address on my hand with a marker that had been in my pocket the night before for some reason I could not remember.

Once I was certain the number nor address would rub off I stumbled back into the car and drove on to a small cafe downtown. It looked to be the only place into to get breakfast by the amount of cars huddled outside around it. I glanced around the car I was driving for any money the other owner might had left. My luck was finally changing because not only was there some spare quarters and nickles but a whole leather wallet.

Greedily I opened it to see a huge wad of green. There was a picture of a small little brown headed girl glaring at me. She wore a sundress and was poised next to a peach tree. Her smile seemed to be fake, a glint in her eyes lead me to believe she would rather be climbing the tree then standing in front of it. That wasn't the only picture in the wallet, bit it was the only one I cared to waste my time looking at.

Quickly I took at the money and started to count it. The first few bills were ones, they were just hiding the twentys that lurked behind. But after about four twentys I started coming acrost the hundreds. All and all there was five hundred dollars in this persons wallot. This meant the owner would be frantic to find it. I decided not to stop and waste my time with some food and slammed onto the gas. Now I was in a rush to find my family again.

It didn't take to long. At the stop sign it was Dune that I almost ran into.

"What the heck?" he said as the car gently nudged him aside.

"Hey," I said a smile crossing my face.

"DUDE! You stole a red mustang. Ah man! Can I drive?"