Snippet #1914947

Jaycee Light sat in her Blue Porsche, one hand on the steering wheel, the other flicking through the radio channels.
Well, on other news-
-were meant to fly! Hands up, and touch the-
he's running up the pitch and GOA-
She sighed and turned off the radio.
"No, it's so quiet and awkward without music," her older sister said from beside her. Jaycee rolled her eyes.
"Then you pick a station, Amaria. I'm trying to drive- hey!" The car in front of her had thrown something out the window, and it hit the car's windshield. Jaycee glared at them and rolled down the window, sticking her middle finger out, to which the car just honked it's horn in response.
"What is that?!" her sister asked, looking at the sloppy piece of paper smeared on the window. Jaycee glanced at it before looking back at the road.
"It's a McDonalds drive-through wrapper," she said with a slight shudder. Amaria's face of curiousity turned to one of horror.
"Eww! And it's on your car!" she squealed. Jaycee gritted her teeth. "For god's sake Amy! I'm trying to drive a bloody car here!" she yelled angrily. "Your lucky I even gave you a ride!" Amaria fell silent.

Jaycee parked the car infront of a dingy, three-storey house. "This is Hardgrove Home?!" Amaria's mouth dropped open. Jaycee looked down at her map, then back at the house. "Yup. Now get out," she said, practically pushing her sister out of the car. Amaria gave her a glare and went around to the boot of the car, taking out her luggage before trudging up to the house. Jaycee grinned at her and quickly drove off before Amy made her drive her back home. She's going to be having a lovely time at that holiday home, she thought with a slight chuckle. And she said her boyfriend was rich!

She arrived at her destination half an hour later, the town of Reaper, with a Rihanna song full blast. She took the keys from the ignition an got out of the car, grabbing her bags in the process. She used her foot to close the car door, then managed to pick up thefour bags she had brought, before entering the hotel.

"Hello, welcome to Almond Hotel, can I help you?" the clerk at the desk asked her. "Uh...I'm Jaycee Light. I booked a room," she replied in response. The clerk nodded and handed her a room key. "Room 603. Hope you enjoy your stay!" the clerk gave her a friendly smile, with which Jaycee replied with a sullen expression.