My brand-new sports car is simply a wonder to behold.
It arrived early this morning, and it's everything I expected it to be and so much more. It's outrageously flashy to say the least, but I know it'll blend right in with most cars at school.
I'm not sure if I deserve to own a convertible at eighteen, but then Daniel finds a lot pleasure in spoiling the hell out of both me and my mom, so I decide to accept the birthday gift without bítching about it.
I express my gratitude in the only way I know how; saying an awkward thank you as I accept the car keys, and I only shake my head when Mom suggests that I let Ryan ride with me for a couple days until I get the hang of it. I took driving classes nearly two years ago, and Dad always lets me drive whenever we're together, so I'm pretty co
