Kelly
After school, I park my old Escort as far to the left on the driveway as possible. With Dan's voice echoing in my head and giving me a sick stomach, I check to make sure the tires haven't slipped off the cement onto the grass, but that they're right on the lip. Then I head inside through the immaculate garage, to the door where I stand on a rug to take off my shoes and place them, heels out, in the shoe cubby on the wall. Scanning from the car to the shoes, I nod and reassure myself that there's nothing for Dan to get upset about.
Is there?
Upstairs, I dump my stuff in my room before turning on my ancient laptop, then head down to the kitchen to grab a snack while it boots up.
