No matter where we were, where we were going, and who was around we fought. Most of the time it was about how my brother was able to go anywhere he wanted to because he just got his new car. A BMW in maroon.
A few years ago I was heading to New Smyrna Beach, FL. It was around the middle of summer and I put all my stuff in the small Chevy Ulranox. My brother had left a few minutes earlier than me and my mom that made us rush even more and made us argue more too.
A few minutes after leaving I had bursted my mom with on going reasons things could go wrong. But after I shared my feelings with her my mom told me to "stop complaining" and she also tells me I shouldn't be able to go to Florida. When I hear this tears flow down my face and next thing I know a BMW in maroon comes jetting towards our small Chevy Ultranox