Texas. Nothing but 100 degree humidity, the horrid smell of cow feces, and itching mosquito bites. Turns out, that's where my friends have decided to drag me for a weekend vacation for some bullshit band concert in Dallas. I had no choice. It was either go with them or spend the weekend in remedial math class and I was definitely not going to sit and watch my perverted teacher stare down my shirt for two hours. We piled into the USV, me sitting in the back with my two friends Rick and Janice. My other two friends Alan and Michelle were in the front. Let's just say I was the only one not playing a game of tonsil hockey with the person sitting next to me. I'm not exactly the "pretty" one of the group. I had dyed black hair, very pale skin, piercings sticking out of my face, and tattoos covering my body. Not exactly someone you'd want to bring home to the folks. My golden hazel eyes were adorned with thick black eyeliner and eye shadow, my lips stained black. I pulled out my iPod, my black painted nails running over the wheel to pick my song of choice. I pressed play and the sound of Cradle of Filth came blasting through my headphones. I paid no attention to the two hormonally stressed out slut puppies beside me as Alan began driving, the smell of alcohol filling my nostrils. I made a disgusted face when a beer bottle was shoved in front of me. I pushed it away and lit up a cigarette. I cracked the window and put the burning tobacco stick to my lips, inhaling deeply. I sighed contently as the wind cooled me off from the hot sticky weather. After six hours of driving, we finally crossed the Texas state line. Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of a car behind us. I looked out the back window and saw a cop car. I rolled my eyes and muttered a curse word. Alan pulled over and everyone tried to conceal the smell of beer by spraying a horrible smelling perfume. The cop exited his car and approached us. He was a man in his late 50's, early 60's, wore a sheriff's uniform along with a hat. He had a toothpick hanging out the side of his mouth and he didn't look happy to see us.

"You kids were speeding back there. Ya'll haven't been drinkin' now have ya?" His voice was thick with a redneck accent as he looked us all over.

"Uh, n—no sir." Alan spat, his words slurring. Nice going genius. The sheriff's expression turned angry.

"Get out of the vehicle. Now." Everyone stepped out and like the drunken idiots that they were, stumbled around and fell into the dirt. I, on the other hand, was standing perfectly fine with my arms across my chest, waiting to get this godforsaken trip over with. The sheriff shook his head in disappointment as he walked across my drunken stupid friends. He turned his attention towards me and smirked.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing?" I just stared emotionless at him, daring him to try something funny. He gazed at my friends then back at me.

"It seems you're the only one who's sober, child. I'm gonna have to take your friends in to the station." I shrugged, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Do what you want. Those fuckin' retards deserve jail time." I then heard him laugh. My eyes cut towards him as he shook his head.

"You definitely ain't what I expected. Why don't you help me get them in the car?" I nodded and crushed my cigarette under my boot. I grabbed Janice by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Once we got everyone in the back seat, I looked at the sheriff.

"My name's Hoyt, by the way. You, pretty lady, get to ride shotgun." I smirked and opened the passenger side door.

"Cool." I climbed in and Hoyt just smiled and shook his head as he got in and took off down the road. I have a funny feeling I'm actually going to enjoy this little road trip my friends called a vacation.