My name is Zara I'm twenty-two years old and daddy's little princess, always got what I wanted without asking twice.
The Mercedes was a birthday gift last year shiny white, very fast and expensive. I loved driving it fast through the city, windows down, music loud, feeling untouchable.
Until the engine started making this weird whining noise. I ignored it for a week because who has time for car problems? Then it died completely on the highway at 10 p.m. on a Friday No warning lights at all, no nothing. Just silence and the smell of burning rubber. I called roadside assistance, they towed it to the nearest garage that was still open. Some place called "Reyes Auto" on the edge of town.
Looked sketchy as hell old brick building, neon sign flickering, chain-link fence around the lot.
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