Caitlyn issued another challenge on the Twitter. I have to write a story in which each sentence begins with a different letter of the alphabet, beginning with the letter A, and moving sequentially, i.e., B, C, D, and so forth. That gives me 26 sentences to tell a coherent story. I feel like this one will be quite the challenge. Let’s give it a go…
All the other kids were jealous when Cameron came to school in the stretch limousine. But she earned that month of free limo service fair and square. Cameron stayed awake for 72 hours straight, outlasting every other contestant who tried to win the contest. Despite her delirium by the end of the contest, she was excited that she would have access to a comfortable, chauffeured ride for the next 30 days.
Every morning, she would wake up and get ready for school, and there would be a limousine waiting for her at the curb in front of her house. For an entire month, anytime she needed to go anywhere, she could call up her driver and he would take her (between the hours of 6 a.m. and 11 p.m.).
“Good news,” said Martin, approaching Cameron as she exited the vehicle. “Half of the student body now wants to be friends with you so you can give them rides everywhere, but the other half just thinks you’ve done all this to get attention.”
“I think,” said Cameron, “that I’ll just ignore the entire student body and utilize my temporary limo service the way I see fit. Just because my life is a little different doesn’t mean I suddenly care what everyone thinks of me.”
“Kid, don’t shoot the messenger,” Martin said.
“Look, I know people are going to talk, and I know that I’ll be forgotten in a month.”
Martin reached for Cameron’s hand, but she shyly pulled away. No one knew that she and Martin were dating, and she wanted it to stay that way. Only her friend Vicki knew they were officially a couple. People knowing about Cameron’s private life made her anxious.
“Question,” Martin began, “why can’t we tell people we’re going out again?”
“Really, Martin, do we have to have this conversation all over again?” She knew she was a contradiction. There was no way she could logically explain how she didn’t care what other people think of her but got anxious at the thought of them all knowing who she was dating. Usually, she could talk her way out of these define-the-relationship moments, but she wasn’t sure she had yet recovered from her 72 hours of non-sleep from last week.
Vicki sidled up beside the (happy?) couple, threading her arm through Cameron’s. “Where are we going after school today?”
“X-Men is playing at the Zenith Theater for two bucks apiece,” suggested Martin.
“You know I’m a sucker for 15-year-old superhero movies,” said Cameron. “Zenith Theater it is!”