Summer stood up and kicked the tire rim furiously, growling. Then she had to lean against the open door of the honda del sol, holding her foot, and let out a shriek compounded of pain, frustration, and anger. Ten cars had passed by while she wrestled with the lug nuts and the tire wrench, and not one of them had even slowed down. Her hands were starting to go numb from the cold, too.
The redhead stepped around the car and leaned on the trunk, wavering between screaming again and just breaking down into tears. There was no one to call, and she didn’t think she could afford a tow truck or anything — and she didn’t have any data signal anyway to look one up.
“Fuuuuuck!”