The Hitch Hiker By Ciaran

I was cruising down the motorway at 100kph on a hot summer day. I was the only car on the road and it seemed too quiet. Only the soft purr of my yellow and purple flaming Lamborghini V8, 3L, I was driving along in the intense heat. On the side of the road was a hitch hiker. That’s weird, I park “Do you want a ride?” “Yes please” comes the reply. After five minutes I hear a noise, weeeooo weeeooo it was the police I was confused I was going 100kph, anyway I stop and say “Hi officer what's the problem” “I've almost ran out of gas, is your gas petrol” “Yes it is” I said “Do you have some spare fuel” “Yes i've got 9Ls of it” “why” said the policeman suspiciously “Instead of going to the petrol station all the time I can just fill it up and if I run out I get some more” I said trying not to look nervous “Thank you so much said the officer” and the officer was off The next ten minutes was dead silent but not with my engine, so I put the car a couple gears down as we were passing through Paraparaumu. It was three o'clock and time for afternoon tea so we went in to get some pies, five minutes later “mmmm” said the hitch hiker as we got in I checked the time it actually had been a half hour so then I shoot off to the airport to drop off my hitch hiker.