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Across State Lines
0 reviewsA college-bound student struggles with the decision to drive her car across the country or trust a stranger to ship it — until she realizes there's a smarter way.
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Mia stood in the driveway, staring at her beat-up Honda like it was a wild animal she had to tame.
“New York to Oregon,” she muttered, hands on hips. “You and me, huh?”
The car didn’t answer, but its engine had already wheezed at the idea.
Uncle Rick appeared behind her, sipping coffee. “You planning on driving that thing all the way across the country?”
Mia glanced over. “What else am I supposed to do? Tape wings to it?”
He chuckled. “You know, you don’t have to do everything the hard way. When I relocated to Miami, I shipped my truck.”
“Shipped it?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Used this company — "AutoStar Transport Express". Reliable folks. They picked it up from my driveway and dropped it off two days later.”
“Sounds expensive.”
“Cheaper than a breakdown in Nebraska,” he smirked.
Mia looked back at her car, then at the route she’d scribbled on a napkin the night before. It suddenly seemed less like an adventure and more like a headache.
“So... I could just fly and meet it there?”
“Exactly,” he said. “Sometimes the smarter road is the one you don’t drive yourself.”
She exhaled, smiling for the first time that morning. Maybe adulthood wasn’t about doing everything alone — maybe it was just knowing which wheels to turn, and which ones to let someone else handle.
“New York to Oregon,” she muttered, hands on hips. “You and me, huh?”
The car didn’t answer, but its engine had already wheezed at the idea.
Uncle Rick appeared behind her, sipping coffee. “You planning on driving that thing all the way across the country?”
Mia glanced over. “What else am I supposed to do? Tape wings to it?”
He chuckled. “You know, you don’t have to do everything the hard way. When I relocated to Miami, I shipped my truck.”
“Shipped it?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Used this company — "AutoStar Transport Express". Reliable folks. They picked it up from my driveway and dropped it off two days later.”
“Sounds expensive.”
“Cheaper than a breakdown in Nebraska,” he smirked.
Mia looked back at her car, then at the route she’d scribbled on a napkin the night before. It suddenly seemed less like an adventure and more like a headache.
“So... I could just fly and meet it there?”
“Exactly,” he said. “Sometimes the smarter road is the one you don’t drive yourself.”
She exhaled, smiling for the first time that morning. Maybe adulthood wasn’t about doing everything alone — maybe it was just knowing which wheels to turn, and which ones to let someone else handle.
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