I was, for the most part, sane. I was quirky but kept that part hidden from strangers. I was passing as a normal human. I thought that if I was going to go crazy it would be when I was old and lived in a house filled with cats. October 7, 2011, 3 days after my twentieth birthday, my life plan was drastically changed.
I was driven to lunch in the only car that has caught my attention: a brilliant blue Dodge Charger given the title Super Bee.
The drive was smooth and the looks we received made me feel like a princess. Once our stomaches were full, the driver showed off the cars true power. We flew down the I-17 in a chorus of growls and roars. The car was slowly stealing my heart.
Pulling off the expressway and into a neighborhood the owner of the car uttered the words that had never passed her lips before.
"Want to drive?"
My heart stopped. I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at the other passengers in the car to make sure I wasn't hearing things. In a whirlwind of movement I was sitti