I wanna be daddy’s girl when everything’s all right
The white Hummer made its ponderous way down the street until it finally pulled up to a well-lit establishment and rolled to a stop. A girl, no older than fifteen, hopped out and slammed the door shut, her slim adolescent build dwarfed by the sheer size of the car she'd been driving. She looked excited, if a little anxious, as she skipped around the car, examining it for bumps and scratches. Satisfied by her cursory examination, she reached for the door again and pulled on the handle.
When it didn't budge, she reached into her pocket and, finding it empty, a look of horror began to grow on Gwen's face as the dawning realization hit that she'd locked the keys to the car inside. "Oh this is bad," she muttered to herself, scrambling onto the hood of the Hummer in hopes that maybe she'd left the sunroof open.
When it didn't budge, she reached into her pocket and, finding it empty, a look of horror began to grow on Gwen's face as the dawning realization hit that she'd locked the keys to the car inside. "Oh this is bad," she muttered to herself, scrambling onto the hood of the Hummer in hopes that maybe she'd left the sunroof open.