Diary of a KillJoy

11

I'm focused on the road as i listen to a decade old mp3 player plugged into the stereo accompanying the sound of Mini Ray's soft snoring. The trilling sound of My Chemical Romance slows my trembling heart as my hands stay stiff on the wheel. If we're caught we're dead. If not, than we're to be used. Neither option is good. Let's just hope that neither happens.