Snippet #1472417

Everybody in the front of the school would hear the revving of the supercharger engine, the rumbling sounding like threatening storm cloud. Cigar still still lit between his lips, glowing brilliantly and letting a mellow aroma fill the spacious black leather cabin. His hand on the stick shift, when the light finally turned green an impressive plume of bluish-gray smoke erupting from the squalling tires making most if-not- all the other high school teens turn their heads and begin to shout as he tore up the asphalt in his 1971 Dodge Charger. He lurched the gear forwards and the car took off like a bat-out-of-hell. So much power was behind the brief tension it lifted the front end of his car off the ground.

The heavy duty suspension caught as he landed and spun the car sideways while he turned into the parking lot. He pulled nonchalantly into a student parking space, his lips drawing in the last taste like he were suckling for the sweetest honey before discarding the cigar to the side. He grabbed his keys, his bag and--reluctantly--- his books as well. Shutting the door he began his walk towards the back entrance into the school. He had a second cigar in case his nerves were tested today, he would have to preserve it like a contingency plan. He had a feeling today was going to be one of those days...