Alright sweet, Im ready when you are. The girl nodded and shut her laptop placing it into the messenger bag by her side. The girl stood, her height was noticeably larger than many of the women Bette had met. If Bette hadnt been wearing heels she might be 5 or so inches shorter, but she wouldnt dare remove the heels. She walked over towards her elder and extended a hand, M lady.

Bette couldnt subdue the laughter that erupted from within her, she placed her fingertips gently into the waiting hand, finding her feet. Why thank you. She found herself being escorted towards the door, which stood open waiting for her. A smile still remained on full lips as she nodded towards the indigo tinted Saab. She dug through her purse until the sounds of metal on metal kissed her ears. She withdrew the keys and tossed them into the waiting hands.

Nice ride.

Yeah try not to mess it up. Bette slid into the under-used passenger seat and felt the stiff leather against her thighs. I have never found myself in this seat before, mostly because people never drive my car.

First time for everything. She shrugged and flicked her wrist as the keys found the ignition, listening to the engine purr before a foot slammed on the gas. Bette instinctively grabbed onto the door handle, other hand gripping the dashboard as her knuckles turned white. See you old folks dont know how to drive a baby like this.

No I think you need to learn how to drive like a civil human. Bette muttered through clenched teeth.

Fine Mom. Eyes rolled in a sarcastic way, then winked over towards Bette.

You didnt just call me mo- She stopped because her voice had already been masked by the screaming vocals of some modern band that Bette had never heard of. The car had slowed down, but now the hood was rolling back and the wind whipped Bettes hair in all directions, she looked over at the minor, shaking her head.

I ***** love this song. Jordy screamed, bobbing her head to the beat. She looked over at Bette and laughed at the way she seemed to be cowering in the corner. The music faded as Bette wound the ***** down to its end, smirking over at Jordy.

Bette said,My car, my rules.

Yeah sure, okay. They sat in silence for another few moments, until questions arose in Bettes mind. She knew absolutely nothing about this girl who was driving her car, sitting beside her. She looked over at Jordy, admiring her features before opening her mouth to speak.

Hey, you know how you said you had family problems? I was just wondering, if its not too much to ask, could you fill me in? Im just interested is all. I had a lot of family problems growing up, especially with a white mother and black father.

Its a big huge thing, I guess I could tell you. Jordy shrugged, offering a weak smile. It all started when I was 15…

TBC….(soon)