" "Okay, dear, I won't call them. Do you want to wait until morning? Youlook exhausted." Shaking his head vigorously, Darren stared at his aunt. "No, ... want totell you now." Chapter 3"It started in the fall, when I was assigned to Mr. Cameron's creativewriting class. He's one of the most popular teachers at Carbonville Highand supposed to be one of the best. I felt lucky to be assigned to hisclass," explained Darren.Darren went on to describe how one of their first assignments was towrite about. Dad was wearing a pair of jeans, sports shirt and a sports coat. My mom was wearing slacks, heels, and a pretty blouse. Her hair was tied back but not up. She looked sharp. Dad took one look at me and said, "No coat, Marie." Mom nodded as he doffed his coat. Once outside, He said, "Marianne, you'll have to rough it with your mother in the Benz. I want to ride with Brad and Karen." He paused. "If that's okay with you two?"I nodded. Karen grinned. She said, "Works for me. I get to sit even closer. Denise looked like she was about to say something in reply, when suddenly the elevator was filled with a loud scraping noise that rocked the glass car back and forth harshly, flinging us into the one metal side by the doors. The car shook some more as it slid down on it's track slowly until finally stopping."Fuck!" Denise and I both said in unison. The elevator was stuck.Looking up and around the car, there didn't seem to be any damage inside that I could see. We had only probably gone about a. Maybe Nancy would dress and go out shortly, he thought. She usually headed off for coffee with the girls about now; if she didn’t have a date br something. But she didn’t show any immediate sign of leaving.. Finally, he asked her, “Sugar, aren’t you going out?”“No!” she said, just like that. “Why?”“Nothing. You usually see the girls. I’ve got to get to the club soon. About thirty minutes.”“I’m not going out.