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down to see a Hispanic boy in a cowboy hat wiping his mouth, suggesting that I should sit on it.
    "Ew..." I wrinkled my nose in disgust and pulled Brittany out of the room.
    "Oh come on cuz, we were just having some fun!" Brittany laughed as she chugged the contents of the cup down and then threw the empty cup on the ground. She then turned to me with a serious glint in her bloodshot eyes.
     "You were probably having fun with Blaine anyways!" She pointed at me, staggering back and forth.
    "Trust me Britt. There is NOTHING going on with me and Blaine. I don't think there is going to be any luck with guys for me in this entire parish." I gritted as I pulled her toward the door.
    "Where do you think y'all are going?" Blaine forced himself in front of us in the door way. He appeared out of nowhere. I stopped cold and narrowed my eyes.
    "I am taking my baby cousin home, DAD," I spat.
    Brittany giggled. She was high as a kite and smelled like oregano and cheap vodka. I tried to go around Blaine, but he just darted in front of me again.
    "Do you even know how to get home?" Blaine gave a smug smirk like he actually had some satisfaction in knowing that I needed his help.
    "Well, I’m sure I can find my way, Brittany can help!" By this time Brittany was completely engrossed at staring at a clock on the wall. It became clear that my little GPS had screwed me over.
    "C'mon, I'll take you two in my truck," Blaine said, putting his hand out toward me and widening his eyes. I smacked his hand away.
    "You will do no such thing! I have Aunt Dee's car here, and I can't just leave it!"
    He sighed, thrusting his hand into his pocket. "Fine, then I'll drive my truck and you two can follow me. Once I see that you get in the house I'll leave. Fair enough?"
    I looked over at Brittany. There was no way that she was coherent enough to tell me the directions. The trailer was so far out in the middle of nowhere, that I knew I couldn't get back to Aunt Dee's by myself.
    "Fine, let's go." I pushed passed Blaine and out to the sticky Louisiana summer air.
     
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    Following a big, red pickup truck through swamp land in Aunt Dee's old Grand Am with a high and drunk fifteen-year-old in the passenger seat was not my ideal way to spend my first weekend in Elsbury. It was so dark outside and the mist was so thick, that I could barely see anything, except for Blaine's bright yellow union bumper sticker.
    "Would it really kill the highway department to put up some street lights?" I grumbled, turning on my wipers and hoping that would have made a difference in the fog. It didn't.
    Brittany laughed like I just said the funniest thing ever. She had been laughing at everything I said. It was getting really annoying.
    "Whoa, I think Blaine just turned." Brittany slowly pointed a chubby finger out the front window.
    "Shit.
     I missed him turning while I was trying to focus on Brittany. I did a quick U-turn loop down into a gravel path. The tires squealed underneath me. I knew there was a reason that Pontiac went out of business. The car sputtered and squealed as I finished the turn, but I wasn't out of the woods just yet. In my rear view mirror I saw the red and blue lights.
    I had an underage girl that was definitely under the influence and I was driving a car that wasn't mine. All I could think about was that maybe a fast food job would have been better than jail. I pulled the car over and waited for the police officer to come up to the car.
    "You know, the last time I saw my mom she was out here. Maybe her spirit can come back and help us!” Brittany gestured out the door as she pressed her nose to the glass.
    I tried to ignore her as I went through my mind as to what I would say to the cops. The truth?  Sorry officer I am driving my high fifteen-year-old cousin home, who only got high because I was busy getting assaulted by her man candy?
    Yeah, I'm sure that would work real well. Before I could even have another thought, Brittany had darted out the door