Unfamiliar Encounters

Mom is going to kill me. A car accident? What am I supposed to do? Stay in the car. No, that’s stupid. Get out. Oh no, the girl from the other car is getting out. What if she’s some crazy killer, like a modern-day Victor Kelly? There are people like that out there, in the right neighborhoods. Better said: the wrong neighborhoods. I need to lay off the murder novels. Resurrection Man had been giving me nightmares for a while anyway. Not everyone was bad. Just get out of the car.

With much hesitation, I unlock my door and open it, shaking. The girl is almost to my door. What am I supposed to say?

“Hey! I’m like so sorry.”

I was frozen, I couldn’t move. Was this my fault? Had a stopped short?

“Are you okay?” She dangled her keys in one manicured hand, the other arm was crossed across her chest. She looked about my age, and the Greek letters on her shirt indicated that she must have been attending college, whether it was local or far away, I had no idea; I didn’t care.

I shook my head to let her know that I wasn’t in shock, even though I was. She had a designer brand purse and high heels on. She looked like one of those girls that was handed everything in life, as long as she did what daddy said. Get these grades, apply and go to this college, major in this, and I’ll make sure you get a nice job at my law firm when you graduate. The best part is, you don’t even have to work through college.

Not me, my life wasn’t pre-planned out like that. I was walking blindly through life, never knowing where I was going to end up. The girl was still talking.

“…so I don’t think we should call the cops. Kay?”

“You hit my car. We have to call the cops.”

“But daddy will be so upset and it’s not like there’s any damage.”
“We don’t know that. We need to at least trade insurance information.”
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this girl. I agreed and watched her zoom off in a car that probably cost more than a college education.
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“I’ll pay whatever damage I did. Just don’t tell the insurance companies or the cops.”