Elara
The silence in this car is too much. I have turned the radio off. I would give anything to hear my dad asking me those endless, annoying questions right now. Anything is better than sitting in this terrible quiet with my stepbrother. I reach to turn the music on, but the look he gives me makes me pull my hand back.
I rest my elbow on the open window, letting my head lean out so the morning air can rush through my hair. The car slows as we approach a turn.
"Do you have a YouTube channel?" Anderson asks when we stop at a red light. I am surprised he is speaking to me after his serious warning back at the house. I shake my head. The light turns yellow. "Okay. I can help you set one up, if you want. You could post videos of you singing there." "Okay. Thanks."
One. Two. Three. Green. We drive on.
The quiet returns, but it is not as awful as before. I fiddle with the buttons on my shirt for a moment. "Do you have a TikTok account?"
"No."
