Don't Scream! (2012)
“16 We had a tense ride to the Volt City store. Eli and I sat in the backseat. Eli had the melted game-player on his lap. He held it tensely between his hands. We both stared at it the whole way.
Dad didn’t ask why we were so quiet. He had the radio cranked up full blast. Dad loves country music. He likes to sing along with it. Especially when I have friends in the car.
He knows how much that embarrasses me. Mainly because he’s a terrible singer.
Eli and I didn’t take our eyes off the game-player.
Maybe we’ll get lucky, I thought. Maybe she won’t shock us or burn us or blow us up.
By the time Dad pulled into the parking lot, I was dripping with sweat. My stomach felt tight as a fist.
The big blue neon VOLT CITY sign blinked on and off. Two yellow neon lightning bolts glowed against the evening sky. Beneath them, a smaller sign read: OUR LOW PRICES WILL SHOCK YOU!
The whole front of the store was glass. Inside, the store was brighter than daylight. I could see the back wall covered with... flickering flat screen TVs.MoreLess
Dad didn’t ask why we were so quiet. He had the radio cranked up full blast. Dad loves country music. He likes to sing along with it. Especially when I have friends in the car.
He knows how much that embarrasses me. Mainly because he’s a terrible singer.
Eli and I didn’t take our eyes off the game-player.
Maybe we’ll get lucky, I thought. Maybe she won’t shock us or burn us or blow us up.
By the time Dad pulled into the parking lot, I was dripping with sweat. My stomach felt tight as a fist.
The big blue neon VOLT CITY sign blinked on and off. Two yellow neon lightning bolts glowed against the evening sky. Beneath them, a smaller sign read: OUR LOW PRICES WILL SHOCK YOU!
The whole front of the store was glass. Inside, the store was brighter than daylight. I could see the back wall covered with... flickering flat screen TVs.MoreLess
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