Let Me Start Over
Sam was in the driver seat, and James was riding shotgun in Mr. Reeves’ rusted-out pickup. The old truck’s shocks squeaked every time they hit a bump, and since the road wasn’t paved, the noise never stopped.
“Take it easy, Sam! I just got a new filling, and I don’t want to lose it ‘cause you’re racing down a goat path.” Right then, Sam hit a deep rut. While the truck lurched, James clutched the door handle and he let out a yelp. “I wish this thing at least had seat belts