Sarah sighed, checked her watch and looked out her bedroom window for what felt like the 100th time. Charlie was late…..bold again. “Oh my god, where is he?” Sarah thought angrily. They had started going out a few months before, and nearly every time they went out, Charlie would pick her up late. Charlie was good looking though, Sarah thought, and a great kisser, so Sarah couldn’t hold that against him. And it wasn’t as if her parents didn’t like him, so he was scared of coming to her house. He was only one year older than her. She was 17 and he was 18. He was so kind and friendly, but Sarah couldn’t work out why he was always late picking her up. He never seemed particularly sorry when she mentioned it to him.

A car horn beeped from outside that brought Sarah back down to earth from her thoughts. She looked outside, and there was Charlie’s old car, waiting outside her driveway. She smiled, picked up her bag, quickly looked in the mirror and ran outside.