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Who says being different means you're crazy?

Short story By: tvmotltf134
Flash fiction

another day on the highway

Submitted:May 9, 2011    Reads: 218    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

"Who says being different is being crazy"
She sits in her car tapping her fingers on the steering wheel; humming to since you've been gone. Her left foot is on the brake, pressing hard on the pedal, not wanting to let go. She's at a red light and a police car is right behind her. "One mistake and your dead meat." She thinks.
Her foot begins to hurt. "Come on you damn thing." She whispers furiously. The light turns green and she instantly takes her foot off the pedal and speeds off, momentarily forgetting about the police car behind her. She rolls down the window and leans her arm on the window still. She begins singing Baby by Justin Bieber; not that she loved him or anything. "Baby, Baby, Baby Ohhhh like baby baby baby oohhh like baby baby baby ooh thought you'd always be mine mine."
She laughed as the wind carried her voice to an unfortunate driver behind her who cringed in his seat. She poked her tongue out, making sure he could see her clearly from his front window.
"When I was thirteen I had my first love..." She was literally yelling out the song, moving to the groove in her seat.
You could say she was crazy. But who says being different means you're crazy!


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