If mine gave me a car, I would drop dead,” Sky whined.
“You know my dad fusses with my safety all the time,” I reminded her. Last October I’d turned twenty-one, and my parents had given me a white Range Rover Evoque Coupé. They’d assumed a big tank of a car would assist in keeping me alive.
It was completely expensive, but I loved it. As a student who had a high-end car, and a house to themselves I was perceived as having things easy, that everything had landed in my lap. What everyone failed to see was the real me, and why I had them.
I’d grown up around money. My mother was an author, and she wrote crime fiction on a daily basis. My dad, however, was a surgeon. Mum would spend days writing about death, while dad spent his saving lives. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
As usual, it hadn’t taken Sky long to mess around with the music in the car. She was obsessed with the entertainment system. I turned the key in the ignition and set out for Uni. It was a thirty-to-forty minute drive depending on the traffic, but I didn’t mind because it was mostly scenic. I’d seen plenty of beautiful mornings on my way in before.
Sky was too busy wailing at the top of her lungs to carry a conversation which was fine with me. I had plenty to think about.
I was extremely worried that I couldn’t remember anything about last night, or even how I’d slept in so late. Especially when everything had seemed normal at home. I was also pretty sure I hadn’t been drinking last night, but it was the only plausible conclusion that explained my headache.
I was a responsible drinker. Too often at the pub I watched the drunkards make fools of themselves before spending the night with their heads stuck in the toilet. It was enough to put me off, and I liked to be in control of my mind and body.
Sky was a bad influence. If I didn’t have a drink in my hand, she’d made sure I did. It was hard work, until I realised I could fool her. Once Sky had had a drink or two, she couldn’t tell the difference between vodka and lemonade, and just plain lemonade.
“Sky? Did we hang out last night?” I wanted to know, I was feeling crazier by the second.
“Uh, no, Luna. You had work at The Hybrid remember? What’s going on with you today? You’re so dishevelled! Are you OK? Did something happen?”
“Whoa, slow down Sky! I’m fine, honestly!” I lied. “I just have this headache, and I guess I’m just a little out of it.” I didn’t know why, but I felt like I shouldn’t really tell Sky the real answer to her questions. I didn’t want her to panic even more, or worse, consider me crazy. After all, who in their right mind loses their memory?
“OK Luna, if you say so. You’re still alright to drive though right? ‘Cause I really don’t wanna crash!”
“Such faith
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