Enjoy! First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1251840016 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1280299584 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279947423/ Chapter Seven: We were all set to head out on our quest. “I can drive,” Mora stated. I raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I am 13. My grandpa taught me last year on his farm.” “Okay,” Tate said, wary. “But where are we getting a car?” We were about 10 yards away from camp and Mor said, “I can steal one. My sister Piper sort of taught me.” “She taught you how to steal?” I asked. “How can she do that?” “Well, she helped me with my charmspeak,” Mor explained. “I can, like, persuade people.” “We’re getting, what, a BMW?” Tate asked. “That seems flashy and driving a stolen car . . . cops can find us.” “They won’t,” Mora said. “And besides, we’re getting a Toyota.” ————————————————————————— Mor found a Toyota that they claimed to be very common. “I’ve seen this car at least ten times,” they said when we stood outside a car dealership. “And let me do the talking.” A woman in her 40s helped us right away. “Hi!” She paused and looked at us. “You don’t look old enough—” “Yes, we are,” Mor soothed. “Now, I would like this,” they gestured to a car. “This beauty.” The saleswoman blinked and said, “Of course. That would be just about . . .” She looked down at her iPad. “Well, you don’t need to charge us,” Mora calmly replied, their voice sweet and convincing. “Consider it a . . . gift.” “Oh, yes, of course,” the woman agreed. “That will be just alright.” ————————————————————————— Mor started up the car they had very successfully stolen. It roared into action. “Do you two lovebirds want to sit in the back?” Mora asked. “I’m driving, of course, but one or none of you can sit up here.” “We can sit back here,” I blurted. “Okay,” Tate agreed. “I was going to sit back here anyway.” “I’ll just join you.” I smiled. “Gods, I am going to be the biggest third wheel,”Mor said. After a second, they added. “Let’s stop at a gas station and pick up some food.” We pulled into a Speedway and headed inside. We picked up some food, like chips and Lunchables, and some drinks. It consisted of soda and those big packs of water. “So,” Mora started. “I think that you should, well, allow us to just have these.” They held up our haul. The teenage guy looked persuaded and shrugged. “Fine by me.” He did not seem like he wanted to be there. We hopped back in the car, the illegal car, and set back onto the road, our only clue was that it was in Arizona. ————————————————————————— Mor decided they should run the music, because they stole everything and drove the car. They fiddled with the radio until they found a good station. “Will this attract monsters, like phones do?” Tate wondered.
“It shouldn’t,” they replied. “I asked Chiron and he said there’s a chance, but not high.” “Okay . . .” she responded. Mor tried to turn to A/C on, but it sputtered out. “Great,” they said. “I stole the used, broken car.” Tate fanned herself before rolling her window down. It whipped at her hair and she started to pull it back, exposing her neck. I yelled at myself, before remembering I could be free in my thoughts. Gods, I could just imagine how that high pony would swish and reveal her glorious neck. Her curtain bangs and face framing pieces hung perfectly. “You’re staring,” Tate interrupted my thoughts. I blinked a few times, embarrassed. “Um . . . sorry. I didn’t realize.” “Ooh,” Mor squealed. “You’re totally in love!” We both replied with some form of ‘Am not’. Mora just laughed at that.
