Metallic Matters Chapter 3Sally grabbed her sweater from the coathanger, then ran for the door, hoping she would get to will before it was too late. What could have happened that had shut the call off like that? What if he crashed and...?
“No! I soooo totes don't wanna think about that!” Sally blurted out loud, as she reached the living room, trying to slip her arms through the sweater sleeves.
“Sally, dear. What's the problem? Did you, like....forget something at Zoey's house?” Asked her mother, who was looking into the ivory mirror, touching up her glamorous eye shadow.
“Mom, can I borrow one of your cars? I need to help Will! He could totes be in super bad trouble!” Sally said, panic making her voice crack, and spooking her mother to the point she dropped her mascara brush onto the maplewood table with a clatter.
“Yeah, dear! Take the Ducati motorcycle, fastest thing in there right now, everything else is, like, still in the shop.” She replied, grabbing a
Metallic Matters Chapter 2Zoey trudged into the apartment lobby, her makeup running down her face and quite present on her knees, hoping the receptionist wasn't paying attention. She just wanted to get to her bed upstairs, she didn't want to see anyone at all right now. Luckily, the lady at the run-down front desk was filing her long nails, smacking her gum loudly, rather than pay attention to who came in the front door.
The shaking teen trudged up the grimy stairwell, not feeling like riding the beaten-up elevator, trying to figure out just what had happened while holding back the rest of the shock from today's encounter.
Soon, she walked through the door that lead to the hall of apartments including hers. She shuffled past each door, numbers on each one, some rusted while others were clean. Her green eyes on the red carpeted floor, until she stopped in front of the door that lead to her apartment.
Zoey stared at the door, at it's numbers that had lost their sheen long