w0ndergirl4
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The screen door slammed against the wood frame behind Carrie as she rushed out of the house and jumped into the passenger's side of her mom's beat up old pickup truck. She brushed her long, auburn hair back over her shoulders as she reached for the seat beat.
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes, girl?" her mom asked, clearly annoyed. "Your cousins gonna think you're some kind of hick."
"We are hicks, mom. We live on a farm in the middle of nowhere," Carrie responded as she pulled the seat belt across her chest and fastened it. "Besides, you were the one telling me to hurry up so that we wouldn't be late, right?"
"I swear you are going to be the death of me, girl," her mom said as she pulled the lever down on the steering wheel, puting the truck into drive. The pickup protested loudly before lurching into motion. A few moments later the truck pulled off the dirt lane and onto the narrow country road that would take them to the small town of Braxton about thirty minutes away. Braxton wasn't much of a town, but it was the only town in the area with a greyhound bus stop, which meant that it was where Carrie's cousin was going to be arriving shortly.
Carrie glanced down at her olive green tank top, her cut off blue jean shorts and her bare feet, which were covered in a layer of dirt and wondered what her cousin would think of her. Her mom was probably right, she'd probably think they were a couple of country bumpkins. Suddenly she wished she had taken the extra time to change and grab some shoes. Sighing, Carrie leaned out the window of the pickup truck, letting the rushing air flow across her arm and face, her hair whipping out behind her head.
"We should be there on time," her mother announced.
"Can't wait," Carrie responded apathetically.
The screen door slammed against the wood frame behind Carrie as she rushed out of the house and jumped into the passenger's side of her mom's beat up old pickup truck. She brushed her long, auburn hair back over her shoulders as she reached for the seat beat.
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes, girl?" her mom asked, clearly annoyed. "Your cousins gonna think you're some kind of hick."
"We are hicks, mom. We live on a farm in the middle of nowhere," Carrie responded as she pulled the seat belt across her chest and fastened it. "Besides, you were the one telling me to hurry up so that we wouldn't be late, right?"
"I swear you are going to be the death of me, girl," her mom said as she pulled the lever down on the steering wheel, puting the truck into drive. The pickup protested loudly before lurching into motion. A few moments later the truck pulled off the dirt lane and onto the narrow country road that would take them to the small town of Braxton about thirty minutes away. Braxton wasn't much of a town, but it was the only town in the area with a greyhound bus stop, which meant that it was where Carrie's cousin was going to be arriving shortly.
Carrie glanced down at her olive green tank top, her cut off blue jean shorts and her bare feet, which were covered in a layer of dirt and wondered what her cousin would think of her. Her mom was probably right, she'd probably think they were a couple of country bumpkins. Suddenly she wished she had taken the extra time to change and grab some shoes. Sighing, Carrie leaned out the window of the pickup truck, letting the rushing air flow across her arm and face, her hair whipping out behind her head.
"We should be there on time," her mother announced.
"Can't wait," Carrie responded apathetically.
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