Chapter 19

Chapter 19

“Are you ready, Sidney?” Miss Diaz asked me.

I was seated in the driver’s seat of one of her cars. Miss Diaz has finally revealed to me her master plan of teaching me how to drive, this morning after breakfast, in other words asking for her death. I had tried to wiggle out of it, i really really tried, but then Miss Diaz played the ‘you’re getting paid to drive me card’ and I became helpless.

I had insisted that if she was going to teach me how to drive, then we should better do that with her cheapest car, cause God knows I can’t bear her death and also the consequences of a damaged million worth car, And I thought this would provide me with some comfort and probably reduced my anxiety until I found out that her cheapest car cost more than what most people made in their life time.

Here, I was seated in the driver seat of the said car it’s exterior was jet black and smooth and it’s interior was made same way.

“Are you ready Sydney?” Miss Diaz repeated her question se