Word Count: 60,001
Summary of Events:
Drake arrived home from hanging out with his friends and discovered that his parents had bought him a new car that was similarly as old as his previous car. He managed to sell it to the junk collector who'd taken his first one and used the profits — plus those from the other car and his savings — to buy the car he wanted during the lunch hour before returning to school just in time for a spare period . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
“So this is the car?” Hayden asked, looking it over.
“Yep,” Drake replied. “And it’s mine.”
“It’s a sight better than that Cavalier,” Hayden said.
“Oh yeah,” Drake replied.
“So I bet you haven’t done any researching lately,” Hayden said.
“No,” Drake replied.
“Well, I looked into pilot licensing and it’s administered federally,” Hayden replied.
“So I can get a pilot’s license in Alberta and I don’t have to get it reissued in BC?” Drake asked.
“Exactly,” Hayden replied.
“So if that school has a flight program I can transfer there?” Drake asked.
“You most certainly can,” Hayden replied.
“You didn’t check that out?” Drake asked.
“No, I just read the whole Wikipedia page on pilot licensing in Canada,” Hayden replied. “There’s a lot of stuff involved in it, and a lot of different types of licenses. It’s worse than the variety of different licenses given for ground vehicles.”
“Oh,” Drake said. “Well, I’m sure I can at least get a basic license and work my way up from there.”
“Well you don’t need to know how to fly a Boeing seven seventy seven in order to fly a Cessna,” Hayden said.
“No,” Drake agreed. “And helicopters are completely different.”
“I’ll bet,” Hayden said. “How do you think your parents are going to react to this?”
“I don’t care,” Drake replied. “I wanted this car, and I’ve got it. Besides that Taurus stank inside.”
“It did?” Hayden asked. “Like what?”
“I don’t even know,” Drake replied. “I went inside it long enough to get the manual out and that was it. It was so gross. If I would’ve sat in there much longer — even with the door open — I might’ve puked.”
“Oh,” Hayden said.
“This one smells nice,” Drake said. “And I can cordlessly connect my phone and play music, and the AC works, and everything.”
“Hopefully you can take this to school,” Hayden said.
“I’m not letting them make me leave it at home,” Drake replied.
“Really?” Hayden asked.
“I own it,” Drake replied. “Besides, I don’t trust Dad wouldn’t try and sell it while I’m gone.”
“I’m impressed,” Hayden said. “I didn’t think you had this kind of fight in you.”
“What do you mean?” Drake asked.
“Just the way you reacted to your parents, and how you’ve often talked about them,” Hayden replied. “I thought they’d convinced you that they were more powerful and that you were best served to bow to them.”
“I’ve never liked how they’ve treated me,” Drake said. “Well, mostly how Dad’s treated me, Mom isn’t really mean to me, but she goes along with what Dad says no matter what.”
“So you’re finally taking a stand?” Hayden asked.
“Yes,” Drake replied.
“What changed?” Hayden asked.
“You guys told me you’d help me,” Drake replied. “And you’re even actively doing it with the helping me figure out where I should go to school and stuff.”
“If you would’ve asked us sooner we would’ve helped,” Hayden said. “We’re your friends.”
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