"Who says being different is being
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
You could say she was crazy. But who says
being different means you're crazy!
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