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It was a typical Friday night for Chantilly and Johnny, the big and little hand were now place on 12:00 , it was midnight exactly and the sound of their mom snoring was like music to their ears, that meant it was time. Chantilly and Johnny looked at each, the clock and nodded. “Let’s go.” They had devious intentions.As the tipped toed out the door, hearing nothing but the creeks in the floor and the sound of their mother snoring. They ran through the backyard past her bedroom, trying not to make to much noise, stepping through the yard, hearing the cracking sound of the sticks. Ducking the censored house light so it wouldn’t shine through neighborhood on that ark night.She remembers vividly, the only thing from keeping the outside from being
pitch black was the full moon that very night, being the only light shining that night besides the twitching near broken street lamp poles as she jumped into her mom's 1969 red mustang with her older brother. Johnny and Chantilly shared the same facial features from their, red lips, pale skin, long eyelashes blonde hair and slightly crooked nose. The only thing differentiating the two, were Chantilly's icy frosted blue eyes, that drew everyone towards her.Her brother had stained brown eyes like hot chocolate on a cold night. Johnny stuck the key in the ignition, and waited, with their jaw held tight, to see if it had woken up their mother. The fear they use to feel creep all down their body from the first time they snuck out had left by now, they did this too often.They backed out of the flat driveway and SKIRT SKIRT whipped down the street leaving tire marks on the street. As soon as they turned the corner of the dead street, silence filled the air. They were at the end of the block, far enough that their mom couldn’t hear the music. Chantilly slid in their CD and turned the bass up, blasting their rap music so loud, the bass was shaking the car. The water in Chantilly's water bottle was bouncing with the bass. Chantilly rolled down the wdnw and stuck her head out into the crisp air, waving her hand with the beat. The wind, blowing her hair back, she was in the moment instead of in her head. Johnny warmed Chantilly’s seat to mess with her, she jumped up like her but was on fire. Laughing so hard, tears filled their eyes, laughing so hard, that their laugh becomes silent and they gaasp the cool crisp air from forgetting to breathe.
Below the stereo is an ashtray with squares in there, as they continuing cruising, Chantilly sparks up a cigarette, smoke blowing through the car and out the window as she inhales her nicotine buzz that is killing her lungs and makes her body tremble and relax in the same essence. The feeling of freedom overwhelms her body. As her blue eyes take in the dark scenery, that passes by and what was once clear becomes a blur, the stars out there glisten, while music fills their ears, and smoke blows. She watches as they drive down dead roads passing cornfields admiring the beauty and taking in the scent of what smells like rain from the night before. The most refreshing smell. With many miles to go and no one on the road, her brother hits the gas pedal,throwing her back laughing. As his foot stretches and he presses on the gas pedal even more “Ayee, faster!” she yells, with the speed running through her vains, and feeling an edernelanl rush.As her eyes see the speedmeter passes 100mph. Her brother is whipping down the road, making turns sharper than a razor, swerving all over the road, her heart beats faster and faster, and she just laughs and keeps yelling to go
faster. Almost losing control and spinning off the road. Filled with laughter, comes fear, as they see red and blue blinking lights behind them, not to mention Johnny doesn't have his license. They are now shaking, and get butterflies in their stomach, it's like their head is in a fog. They have to think quick, “HIT THE GAS!” Chantilly screams and they take off with sweat pouring down their neck, they lost them.