I found my favorite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. I was as familiar with them as I was with the ones back home, and listening to Q94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at the beach. One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the radio stations. "That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!" Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. ![]() "People like you shouldn't even be allowed to drive." "Hey, look," I said, pointing out the window. It's gonna be my car soon, you know." "If you ever get your license," he scoffed. "And take your dirty feet off my dashboard." I wiggled my toes back and forth. "Let's pass that kid on the bike." Steven shrugged me off. "Go faster," I urged Steven, poking him in the shoulder. Even when she slept, she looked alert, like at any second she could wake up and direct traffic. Meanwhile, my mother was passed out in the backseat. ![]() I sat next to him in the passenger seat with my feet up on the dashboard. My brother, Steven, drove slower than our Granna. (AnyBooksFree) Chapter one We'd been driving for about seven thousand years.
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