A New Friend: Chapter 1

Josh's P.O.V

Fortunately, I got a car parked right beside Mount Othyrs. The car is a pickup truck, enough for the three of us to go on.

I started the engine, and Hippolyta and Mary got on the open part of the pickup truck. I could see Mary glaring at me from the back via the rearview mirror found at the side of the pickup trucks, but I decided to ignore that. I hit the road, and we were zooming around 200 kilometers per hour.

While on the road, Hippolyta is having a conversation with Mary, and once in a while, they chat with me, which reliefs me of my stress a little bit.

I kept my concentration on the road, making sure that we didn't bump anything along the way. While I'm at it, I also kept my eyes on my new friend in case she might slap me in the face or something.

I wanted this to be over soon, because I need more time to rest, especially when you got a new friend that made you feel bad.

I entered the highway, and we drove 400 kilometers an hour. I know pickup trucks are not supposed to be that fast, but this one is modified.

I watched the cars pass by here and there. They are fast, but it's not faster than this one.

I spotted a police officer holding up its infra-red thing for speed counting, and the police car began to follow us.

Fortunately for us, the pickup truck's top speed is 300 miles per hour, so while we were evading the police cars, I drove so fast that no cars are able to catch up with us.

After a while, the pickup truck is low on petrol, so we went to a nearby petrol station to buy some petrols. The good news is that I had enough money to pay for the petrol. The bad news is that Mary got angry. She walked towards me and slapped me hard on the face. I fell down and my head hit the asphalt just right below me. I felt my head ringing, from the impact. I wasn't sure I was able to survive that kind of impact, but I managed to stand and asked her, "What was that for?"

"For stopping for petrols!" Mary scolded me. "You know that there is a limited amount of time, right? Then why did you stop?"

"It's because this truck is low on fuel." I reasoned. "You can't drive or go anywhere if the petrol is empty."