Continue this story: I got dressed and crawled into the front passenger seat. Sandra looked at the GPS where she had put my address when I first got in and backed out to the dirt road. I saw the trip home would take 6 minutes. I was silently staring at the GPS the whole way home. Both to reassure myself that Sandra was really taking me home, and to note just how soon this would all be over. Sandra, in the meantime was chattering about school, the town, her mom and dad, who knows what else. I really wasn't paying attention. The six minutes couldn't pass quickly enough for me, when we pulled up in front of my house I tried to hop out before the truck completely stopped.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I did not mean to talk your leg off, and not give you a chance to speak. Well, here we are. You can tell your parents you were hanging out with a friend and lost track of time." She said in such an annoyingly cheerful tone.

By then I had closed the door and was halfway up the driveway when she shouted something that made me freeze dead in my tracks.

"SEE YOU TOMMOROW!"
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