The Truck

I remember walking home from the bus after school one day, and Emily was going to my house. She pulled over and offered me a ride. Em was going to see my brother who she was gonig out with at the time. My house was only two blocks away, but I accepted. When I crawled up into the cow covered seats there was trash all over. McDonald’s cups, candy wrappers, ect. She apologized for the mess, but I didnt mind. We talked in those two blocks and got to know each other a little. My brother’s girlfriends have never really made an effort to get to know me, after all, I am just their little sister, but Emily did. She talked to me. And spent time with me outside of when she was with my brother. She was not just my brother’s girlfriend, but my friend.