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Drop dead gorgeous
No reception, no money and a broken car, great way to start of the long weekend don't you think?
"Stupid piece of junk!" I curse and kick the Ute, it rattles as to complain
"You're the one who got us into this!" I put a hand to my forehead and mutter
'It's a car Brooke, it can't hear you'.

An hour passes before someone drives by. A white van was being driven by a scrawny looking man about 40 and his wife beside him, he looks me up and down; knotty brown hair, noise piercing, school dress and a tattooed arm. He mutters to his wife.
'Yeah I know, you're impressed' I think to myself.
After a few more minutes of the couple squabbling the man asks
"Would you care for a ride?"
I throw my head back and laugh, his face is confused
"Where is the humour in this young lady?"
I stop myself
"Sorry, unless you've got lollies in the back seat, my parents taught me not to get into white vans" I continue laughing as they drive off,
"Stupid girl!" a voice in my head announces "that was your way home!"
"I know, but the joke was too funny" I said out loud, I smile and get back into the tray of the Ute.

Hours more pass and even more cars, all offering me a ride and me making the same paedophile joke. But its dark now, and every little rustle scares me more than the last. I can see something in the bushes, it's a man, I run into my Ute and slam the doors closed. A few minutes later my phone vibrates with a message reading;
Hope you drop dead gorgeous
No reception and no contact number, It's like a bad horror move, but instead of being home laughing at it, I'm sitting there scared to death. I turn on the radio, the only thing that could calm me down.
Hope you drop dead gorgeous
The words echo in the car. How can it be on the radio? Something climbs into the tray of the Ute; I scream and close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, the roof is covered in the words; Hope you drop dead gorgeous. The man's broken the back window now, he's climbing in behind me,
'Should have stayed home
Should have taken the rides
Should have listened!'
The voice in my head screams at me, the man's got a knife to my through now, he whispers into my ears, the final words I will ever hear;
Hope you drop dead, gorgeous

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Drop dead gorgeous
No reception, no money and a broken car, great way to start of the long weekend don't you think?
"Stupid piece of junk!" I curse and kick the Ute, it rattles as to complain
"You're the one who got us into this!" I put a hand to my forehead and mutter
'It's a car Brooke, it can't hear you'.

An hour passes before someone drives by. A white van was being driven by a scrawny looking man about 40 and his wife beside him, he looks me up and down; knotty brown hair, noise piercing, school dress and a tattooed arm. He mutters to his wife.
'Yeah I know, you're impressed' I think to myself.
After a few more minutes of the couple squabbling the man asks
"Would you care for a ride?"
I throw my head back and laugh, his face is confused
"Where is the humour in this young lady?"
I stop myself
"Sorry, unless you've got lollies in the back seat, my parents taught me not to get into white vans" I continue laughing as they drive off,
"Stupid girl!" a voice in my head announces "that was your way home!"
"I know, but the joke was too funny" I said out loud, I smile and get back into the tray of the Ute.

Hours more pass and even more cars, all offering me a ride and me making the same paedophile joke. But its dark now, and every little rustle scares me more than the last. I can see something in the bushes, it's a man, I run into my Ute and slam the doors closed. A few minutes later my phone vibrates with a message reading;
Hope you drop dead gorgeous
No reception and no contact number, It's like a bad horror move, but instead of being home laughing at it, I'm sitting there scared to death. I turn on the radio, the only thing that could calm me down.
Hope you drop dead gorgeous
The words echo in the car. How can it be on the radio? Something climbs into the tray of the Ute; I scream and close my eyes. When I open my eyes again, the roof is covered in the words; Hope you drop dead gorgeous. The man's broken the back window now, he's climbing in behind me,
'Should have stayed home
Should have taken the rides
Should have listened!'
The voice in my head screams at me, the man's got a knife to my through now, he whispers into my ears, the final words I will ever hear;
Hope you drop dead, gorgeous