“Are you lookin’ for someone, Miss?” the old man behind the counter asked.
“I—uh…” Hilary began. Where the heck was her mom? Hilary pulled out her cell phone and dialed her mom’s cell phone number. No answer. Hilary went outside and sat on a bench ten yards away from the gas station. Hilary felt like crying. She hated her mom, but she hated her even more for stranding her in the middle of nowhere. Hilary picked up her cell phone again and called Noah.
“Noh?” she asked. “Noah, it’s me, Hilary.” She began.
“Hil? Where are you? Are you there already?” he asked, obviously puzzled.
“No, my mom totally ditched me at this crazy gas station.” Hilary said.
“What?”
“I went in to go to the bathroom and came back and she was gone. Damn it, Noah. Why the hell did she leave me here?” Hilary began to cry.
“Hil, shh. It’s okay. Do you know where you are? I’m coming to find you.” He said, reassuringly.