Double Steal
Ace
It was maybe around midnight.
I woke up to the sound of Summer's voice.
Get up, Acey. We're out of gas.
I groaned, not in the mood
to hear that kind of news. Not now, anyway.
"Well, what do you want me to
do about it?"
She laughed, knowing how
I sound when I'm tired and moody.
Nothing. We're going to have
to find a different car, hon.
The question was, where
were we? I looked around, finding
nothing worth staring at so far.
It was mostly fields. So fun.
"Where are we going to find
one in a place like this?"
It's called searching.
She was right, no matter
how much of a smartass comment
it was, so I got out of the vehicle.
We walked for maybe
a half mile before we came across
another old diner, kind of like the
one we hit up some time back.
Bingo.
I knew what she wanted.
It would mean hotwiring unless the
owner was miraculously stupid
enough to leave their keys.
She started to search.
Within a few minutes, she found a
beautiful little hotrod that was
unlocked. She hopped in
the driver's seat and worked
her magic on it, getting it
running faster than the last one.
Suddenly, she had me in
the passenger's seat, and we were
off to keep going to wherever.
I didn't even feel bad for the
person we stole from. All
I cared about now was
making it back to Jack.
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Dwindling Light
Teen FictionAce and Jack Sterling, twins, lead very different lives. Ace stayed home with their mother and her terrible lovers; Jack ran away, finding himself a part of a drug chain just to have money to keep a modest subsistence. But Ace wants to get away and...
