Sitting in the Impala
I’m sitting in the Impala while Dean drives. In the back ground you can hear the clink of the lego dean stuffed in the old broken air con when she was young. When we go over bumps you hear the weapons clinking, clashing together and colliding with the boot roof making quite a loud noise. The wind from the open window catches my hair making it whip on my face. Tapping my foot to the old rock and roll cassette playing as loud as possible. The thoughts that are running through my head are “how is how the next hunt going to end”. My favourite song comes on Eye of the Tiger so I start to sing at the top of my lungs while Dean shakes her head but eventually starts to sing too. The smell of pie hits my nose as Dean opens the bag to her and the smell of old leather it smells like home.

Eat all my chocolates.
I will pay for a day at a water park.
Yell and scream all you want.
You may fart on people’s faces.
Have a mosh pit, twerk on people and listen to all the punk music.
Set the school on fire.
Have a rave.
Turn to cannibalism.
Eat everyone’s faces off.
And get hit by a train.