Miss Blaise put my bag inside the back of her blue Volkswagen and then opened the back door for me to get in. “Here you go chase,” she was saying while holding the door, “Luna hogs the front all the time so you’re taking the back seat.” Luna twirled her head fast at her mother. “Mom!,” she said with embarrassment, “I do not hog the front seat!” Miss Blaise put her hands on her hips, “Oh please you always take shot gun and tell our companions to sit in the back without even letting them decide.” Luna crossed her arms and huffed like a little kid who got scolded. I laughed then said, “It’s okay, I prefer the back seat anyway.” I hopped in the back seat, Miss Blaise closing the door behind me.
Luna climbed in the passenger seat and Miss Blaise walked around the front of the Volkswagen then entered the car and shut the door. She put the key into the ignition and started the engine. She adjusted her rearview
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