This is unedited. As in, every story I upload is probably going to be unedited. If there are grammar errors, let me know. I might eventually edit them, and improve their quality.

Prompt: Even Killers have Junk in Their Glove Compartment. You've Been Stopped for Speeding.

Oh no. Why now? I was so close, I thought frantically and I lowered the car window. A cop walks up and explains that I was stopped for speeding. I played it cool, or tried to. "Sorry Officer," I say politely. I feel a trickle of sweat drip down the back of my neck, and I had to make a conscious effort not to wipe it away. That would make it seem like I was guilty of something. Alright, maybe I was, but that's not the point I'm trying to make.

I could hear more sirens. I am so done for, I think. The officer finishes saying whatever he was saying, but I was to busy trying to think of how to get out of this that I didn't pay attention. The officer passed me a slip of paper, and when I grabbed it I was glad my hand wasn't shaking. A speeding ticket. I went to put it in the glove compartment, when the officer noticed. "What's that?" he asks. Oh god, he's noticed, I think wildly.

This is where I finished in class. Oooooo the cliffhanger!!!! If you want me to continue, let me know!!