The person Macy loathed most in the world was Nelson, and the feeling was entirely mutual.
They were practically allergic to each other's existence.
Nelson kept one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel, usually refusing to spare Macy even a passing glance. His voice was laced with pure venom. "If you ever jump in front of my car again, I'll run you over like a speed bump."
But Macy refused to let go of the window frame. They were in the middle of a bustling downtown street, and several pedestrians were already staring.
Macy had always been rebellious and rarely listened to Juniper, feeling constantly suffocated by her lectures. Her mother, Mrs. Lucille, was always singing Juniper's praises, leaving Macy feeling utterly worthless.
Juniper was the quintessential 'perfect child' they had been compared against for years.
But being unable to reach her had left Macy paralyzed with anxiety, unable to sleep. Now, even with her life on the line, she gripped the car window, refusing to back down.
"Did your twisted family murder her?"
She had watched enough television to know that powerful families could make a nobody disappear with a snap of their fingers.
Nelson, already blinded by rage and frantic to find Juniper, snapped back brutally. "Yes! I'm on my way to collect her corpse right now!"
Macy's legs gave out, all the color instantly draining from her face as utter shock consumed her.
A second later, she thrust her hands through the open window, wildly beating at Nelson's shoulders. "Nelson! You owe her a debt you could never repay in a million lifetimes! How could you just watch her die?! I hate you! Do you have any idea what your psycho mother did to her after you left?! She locked her in Blackwood Institute! You ruined her entire life!"
*Screech!!!*
The sound of the tires violently tearing against the asphalt was deafening.

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