“Look at you. Such a beauty!” Jake ran his hand over the cherry red paint of the mustang sitting in the corner lot by his house. He passed by there every day on his way to school and dreamed about driving it instead of taking the bus.
After saving his money for months, he was close to affording the down payment. Another week, maybe two and it’s be all his. Then he’d be the talk of school.
“Right this way, sir. It’s the last mustang we have in stock. Ain’t she a beauty?”
Jake looked up as his heart fell.