• I pulled up my car in the high school car park, finally thinking I could actually impress some people, you know, get some girls. I stepped out, closed the car door and stood back, admiring it's fresh looks. A Blue Mazda MX-5 stood before me, in all its coolness. It was my third car, $42,870 had been put into being able to drive it. From my point of view, I had the best car in my grade. Suddenly, I saw something very unexpected. A pack of girls, all of them looking straight at me. They weren't bad either. Maybe I should go up to them and-
    "VROOOOOOOOM!"
    I jumped backward in surprise, almost falling into my convertible. I whipped my head around to find the source of the noise. My eyes went wide. Now I know the girls were not looking at me. No, they were looking at the car approaching behind me. It was red, bright red, Ferrari red. That's right. It dawned on me that I wasn't the guy with the coolest car anymore. I knew car's and this was no ordinary school boy car. It was a Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano, six hundred, three thousand bucks of horsepower. It pulled up beside me, it's low and sleek shaped making my Mazda look like a Hummer, not a sports car. This Ferrari basically hugged the ground. And then the door opened. A foot emerged first, wearing Jet Black Hugo Boss pointy buckle shoes. Extremely pointy. Then came the legs, wearing skin tight Armani Jeans, followed by the rest of the body. The guy was tall, almost a full head taller than me, with medium length hair, done in a little pony tail that swayed out the back. He pulled a grey D&G jacket over his black sweater, edging his scarf a little over his shoulders. He removed his Revo glasses, tucking them into the collar of his sweater, revealing dark green, almost grey eyes. All I could do was stare in awe, looking like a dumb idiot compared to this...this STYLE icon. Please don't look at me! Please don't look at me! He looked at me. I tried to find something to say, something to do to stop me from looking like a complete shi-
    "Hey," the guy promptly said, giving me a little nod.
    "Uh, hey. Uh, nice...nice c-car you got there, hehe,"
    Why do you sound so stupid!
    "Hmm. You to."
    "Duh, thanks, thanks man, I mean it's knew and..and...well it's nothing compared to yours but , uh, you know,"
    "Know what?"
    Why did you say that!
    "Well, thats a...a...,"
    "Ferrari,"
    "That's the word, haha," I said, clapping my hands. I knew everything about cars and yet when it came to seeing a Ferrari, which everyone knows about, I couldn't say it. The guy obviously didn't like me. He just shook his head, closing his car door. He then walked off, lifting up his hand, holding a car key and locking his door with a "SHUCK". As he did so, his sleave fell down, revealing a blue Tag-Huer Monaco, wrapped neatly around his wrist, looking like a blue diamond as the sun danced off it's face. He headed in the direction of the girls I had been looking at a moment ago, now all smiling at this guy, whispering to each other, like he was some celebrity. "Hey, ladies, if you'll excuse me," he said as he walked into the high school, as cool as ice. The girls started giggling as they went inside after him, as if expecting an autograph or something. "I need to make some money," I murmered to myself, "a lot of money".