Sweet Spot
Chapter One
This is fast turning into the worst day of my life.
My friends will tell you I say that a lot—that whatever crappy day I'm going through is the worst day of my life—but this time I mean it. Reeeally mean it. I may as well find a hole and bury myself alive, that's how completely hopeless I feel right now.
I'm stuck in traffic just south of NoHo (a.k.a. North Hollywood), and horns blare as car after car whizzes by me. Like people actually think I chose to break down in a live lane in the middle of busy traffic. And not one person offers to help me.
"Okay," I begin, hoping my calm tone will appease my car. "You can do it, Betsy." I rub the dashboard lovingly, trying to coax my car into submission. "Now come on, engine. Turn over." I turn the key, but Betsy's engine only whines in protest. "Come on!"
The engine sputters and burps, then magically comes to life. Energy shoots through my veins, renewing my hope.
"Oh, thank you, Betsy. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Betsy's clock long ago stopped working, so I gla ... read full excerpt from: The Sweet Spot ebook
