Anything That Comes Along

“Whadda ya’ have in mind?” I asked.

“Anything but school, pal.” Mark walked away from the bus stop. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

I smiled with enthusiasm. It would be good to get out of school for a change. Besides, it was almost summer, and I had the grades I needed to pass. What could it hurt?

“So, whadda ya’ have planned?” I asked.

“Anything that comes along.”

With Mark, I knew he meant just that: anything.

“How about getting a car for the day?” Mark smiled.

I could tell he liked the thought. “Sounds good.”

“And I know just the car I feel like ‘borrowing.’”


“You got it. And, I’ll let you drive, too!”

Brad Sterly was a jock. In fact, he was the jock of jocks. And he was my number one enemy. We hated each other with a passion. I would certainly enjoy ‘borrowing’ his car, I thought in anticipation…

...As we crossed the school lot, I saw it—the white Trans Am sitting there. I hated it, yet admired it at the same time.

“Let’s go,” Mark said eagerly.

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