It’s a suspense story for my writing class. It’s not very far along yet.

My main character Ben is on a road trip with his older brother, his brother’s best friend, and his own best friend. While in a traffic jam, a mechanic named Dave gives them directions on how to get to where they need to go. Later in the story, Dave catches up with the group and kidnaps one of them.

Based on a few suggestions and comments, I have edited parts of the beginning of my short story.

Sorry, I know the story is a bit slow.

The van smells like rotten eggs with a hint of wet dog. I sat in the middle row, scrunching my nose in disgust as I continue looking out the soda-splattered window. The few trees and plants outside were not moving at all. It feels as if the whole world was standing still.
In the driver’s seat, I hear Mike mumbling curse words. He is impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, looking as though he going to explode in anger. We haven’t moved an inch in over forty-five minutes. The van was at the end of the line in the traffic jam so none of us know what is going on. People in front of us were jumping out of their cars and walking up to where the problem seemed to be. Some of them looked ticked off, waving their hands hysterically in the air, frustrated and wanting to get out of here. Others were looking around in dismay, wondering what could be causing this big of a hold up.
A muscular man with sweat dripping down his face and onto the collar of his faded blue shirt was heading toward our vehicle. It’s an extremely hot day, the sun beating down on him as he walks up to every car and delivers news. He knocks on the window, and Mike rolls it down.
"What’s going on?" Mike asks.
The balding man takes off his baseball hat, sighs, and rubs his crinkled forehead. "Road construction." His voice is very deep and had a rusty tone to it.
"We’re all the way back here because of road construction?" Mike snaps, throwing himself back into the seat.
The man nods. "Said we’ll be here at least another thirty minutes," he says in his heavy Texas accent. I guess he is a mechanic because of the grease covering his shirt and hands. There is a patch in the left-hand corner of the shirt that had the name "Dave" stitched into it.
"We’re never going to make it there before sunset!" Mike exclaims.
Dave leans farther in, resting his arms on Mike’s window. "Where ya’ll headed?"
Personally, I don’t think Mike should be talking to a complete stranger about where we are heading. I don’t want to be rude and tell Mike not to say, so I keep mouth shut. Afterall, I didn’t want to make a huge mechanic mad.
"Burkley," Mike says.
"Ah. Well if ya’ll turn ’round, you can take Highway 75 out to Northbound 277 and you will be able to get there," Dave tells my brother.
"Do I just keep driving on 277?" Mike inquires, obviously interested in getting out of the giant traffic jam.
"Yes, sir," Dave says. "After a couple ‘a miles, ya’ll should see a sign that says ‘Burkley – Five Miles West’."
Mike nods. "Thank you so much," he sounds truly thankful.
"Not a problem," says Dave.
Dave waves as he walks away. I turn around in my seat to see what he was driving. He had hopped into an old beat up red pick-up truck that looked as if it had been in a tornado.
Since we are at the very end of the line of cars, Mike begins to turn around without a problem. Within seconds, we are on the road again. I sigh of relief and smile.
I look to my left to see Shawn sleeping. His head is hanging down, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. His head keeps bopping up and down. In his hand, he holds his CD player with a loose grip.
Keith is sleeping up in the passenger seat. His bare feet on the dash board, and his face pressed against the window. That sleeping position had to be uncomfortable.
Mike is finally calm. He is nothing like he normally is. All day, he had been stressing about what to pack and how to pack it. Normally care-free and chaotic, became orderly and structured. All today, he has been acting more like me than himself.
"Ben," Mike says. "Get me a soda."
Sighing, I nod. The van is so crammed with all of our stuff that the only place to put the mini-cooler was in the middle of Shawn’s legs. I reach over, trying not to wake him up, which I fail at. Shawn’s eyes pop open. He lets out a loud yawn and stretches.
"Sorry," I tell him.
He shrugs. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere on 277," I say. "Some guy came up and gave us directions to get out of there while we were stuck in traffic." I lean back in my seat, waiting for Shawn to say something.
"Oh." I could tell he didn’t really care.
"Ben! Soda!" Mike yells at me as I realize I still have the soda in my hand, letting the water drip all over my jeans.
"Sorry," I mumble as he extends his arm and grabs the can out of my hand.

Would you continue reading it or is it just too boring? What did you like about it? What didn’t you like abo
Sorry, it got cut off.

What didn’t you like about it?

Thanks! Much appreciated!

It’s a suspense story for my writing class. It’s not very far along yet.

My main character Ben is on a road trip with his older brother, his brother’s best friend, and his own best friend. While in a traffic jam, a mechanic named Dave gives them directions on how to get to where they need to go. Later in the story, Dave catches up with the group and kidnaps one of them.

Sorry, I know the story is a bit slow.

The van smells like rotten eggs with a hint of wet dog. I sat in the middle row, scrunching my nose in disgust as I continue looking out the soda-splattered window. The few trees and plants that were outside were not moving at all. It felt as if the whole world was standing still.
In the driver’s seat, I hear Mike mumbling curse words. He is impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, looking as if he was going to explode in anger. We haven’t moved an inch in over forty-five minutes. The van was at the end of the line in the traffic jam so none of us know what is going on. People in front of us were jumping out of their cars and walking up to where the problem seemed to be.
Suddenly, someone knocks on our window, Mike rolls it down.
"What’s going on?" Mike asks.
The balding man sighs and rubs his crinkled forehead. "Road construction."
"We’re all the way back here because of road construction?" Mike snaps, throwing himself back into the seat.
The man nods. "Said we’ll be here at least another thirty minutes," he says in his heavy Texas accent. I guess he is a mechanic because of the grease covering his shirt and hands. There is a patch in the left-hand corner of the shirt that had the name "Dave" stitched into it.
"We’re never going to make it there before sunset!" Mike exclaims.
Dave leans farther in, resting his arms on Mike’s window. "Where ya’ll headed?"
Personally, I don’t think Mike should be talking to a complete stranger about where we are heading. I don’t want to be rude and tell Mike not to say, so I keep mouth shut. Afterall, I didn’t want to make a huge mechanic mad.
"Burkley," Mike says.
"Ah. Well if ya’ll turn ’round, you can take Highway 75 out to Northbound 277 and you will be able to get there," Dave tells my brother.
"Do I just keep driving on 277?" Mike inquires, obviously interested in getting out of the giant traffic jam.
"Yes, sir," Dave says. "After a couple ‘a miles, ya’ll should see a sign that says ‘Burkley – Five Miles West’."
Mike nods. "Thank you so much," he sounds truly thankful.
"Not a problem," says Dave.
Dave waves as he walks away. I turn around in my seat to see what he was driving. He had hopped into an old beat up red pick-up truck that looked as if it had been in a tornado.
Since we are at the very end of the line of cars, Mike begins to turn around without a problem. Within seconds, we are on the road again. I sigh of relief and smile.
I look to my left to see Shawn sleeping. His head is hanging down, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. His head keeps bopping up and down. In his hand, he holds his CD player with a lose grip.
Keith is sleeping up in the passenger seat. His bare feet on the dash board and his face pressed against the window. That sleeping position had to be uncomfortable.
Mike is finally calm. He is nothing like he normally is. All day, he had been stressing about what to pack and how to pack it. Normally care-free and chaotic, became orderly and structured. Today, he was more like me than himself.
"Ben," Mike says. "Get me a soda."
Sighing, I nod. The van is so crammed with all of our stuff that the only place to put the mini-cooler was in the middle of Shawn’s legs. I reach over, trying not to wake him up, which I fail at. Shawn’s eyes pop open. He lets out a loud yawn and stretches.
"Sorry," I tell him.
He shrugs. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere on 277," I say. "Some guy came up and gave us directions to get out of there while we were stuck in traffic." The more I thought about Dave, if that was even his real name, the creepier he seemed. His voice was deep and had a rusty sound to it. The guy just freaks me out.
"Oh." I could tell he didn’t really care.
"Ben! Soda!" Mike yells at me.
"Sorry!" he extends his arm and grabs the soda from my hand.

Please rate the beginning out of ten (one being the worst, ten being the best) and please give me a reason why you rated it that. Would you continue reading it or is it just too boring? What did you like about it? What didn’t you like about it?

Thanks! Much appreciated!

It’s a suspense story for my writing class. It’s not very far along yet.

My main character Ben is on a road trip with his older brother, his brother’s best friend, and his own best friend. While in a traffic jam, a mechanic named Dave gives them directions on how to get to where they need to go. Later in the story, Dave catches up with the group and kidnaps one of them.

Sorry, I know the story is a bit slow.

The van smells like rotten eggs with a hint of wet dog. I sit in the middle row, scrunching my nose in disgust as I continue looking out the soda-splattered window. The few trees and plants that were outside were not moving at all. It felt as if the whole world was standing still.
In the driver’s seat, I hear Mike mumbling curse words. He is impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, looking as if he was going to explode in anger. We haven’t moved an inch in over forty-five minutes. The van was at the end of the line in the traffic jam so none of us know what is going on. People in front of us were jumping out of their cars and walking up to where the problem seemed to be.
Suddenly, someone knocks on our window, Mike rolls it down.
"What’s going on?" Mike asks.
The balding man sighs and rubs his crinkled forehead. "Road construction."
"We’re all the way back here because of road construction?" Mike snaps, throwing himself back into the seat.
The man nods. "Said we’ll be here at least another thirty minutes," he says in his heavy Texas accent. I guess he is a mechanic because of the grease covering his shirt and hands. There is a patch in the left-hand corner of the shirt that had the name "Dave" stitched into it.
"We’re never going to make it there before sunset!" Mike exclaims.
Dave leans farther in, resting his arms on Mike’s window. "Where ya’ll headed?"
Personally, I don’t think Mike should be talking to a complete stranger about where we are heading. I don’t want to be rude and tell Mike not to say, so I keep mouth shut. Afterall, I didn’t want to make a huge mechanic mad.
"Burkley," Mike says.
"Ah. Well if ya’ll turn ’round, you can take Highway 75 out to Northbound 277 and you will be able to get there," Dave tells my brother.
"Do I just keep driving on 277?" Mike inquires, obviously interested in getting out of the giant traffic jam.
"Yes, sir," Dave says. "After a couple ‘a miles, ya’ll should see a sign that says ‘Burkley – Five Miles West’."
Mike nods. "Thank you so much," he sounds truly thankful.
"Not a problem," says Dave.
Dave waves as he walks away. I turn around in my seat to see what he was driving. He had hopped into an old beat up red pick-up truck that looked as if it had been in a tornado.
Since we are at the very end of the line of cars, Mike begins to turn around without a problem. Within seconds, we are on the road again. I sigh of relief and smile.
I look to my left to see Shawn sleeping. His head is hanging down, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. His head keeps bopping up and down. In his hand, he holds his CD player with a lose grip.
Keith is sleeping up in the passenger seat. His bare feet on the dash board and his face pressed against the window. That sleeping position had to be uncomfortable.
Mike is finally calm. He is nothing like he normally is. All day, he had been stressing about what to pack and how to pack it. Normally care-free and chaotic, became orderly and structured. Today, he was more like me than himself.
"Ben," Mike says. "Get me a soda."
Sighing, I nod. The van is so crammed with all of our stuff that the only place to put the mini-cooler was in the middle of Shawn’s legs. I reach over, trying not to wake him up, which I fail at. Shawn’s eyes pop open. He lets out a loud yawn and stretches.
"Sorry," I tell him.
He shrugs. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere on 277," I say. "Some guy came up and gave us directions to get out of there while we were stuck in traffic." The more I thought about Dave, if that was even his real name, the creepier he seemed. His voice was deep and had a rusty sound to it. The guy just freaks me out.
"Oh." I could tell he didn’t really care.
"Ben! Soda!" Mike yells at me.
"Sorry!" he extends his arm and grabs the soda from my hand.

Please rate the beginning out of ten (one being the worst, ten being the best) and please give me a reason why you rated it that. Would you continue reading it or is it just too boring? What did you like about it? What didn’t you like about it?

Thanks! Much appreciated!

It’s a suspense story for my writing class. It’s not very far along yet.

My main character Ben is on a road trip with his older brother, his brother’s best friend, and his own best friend. While in a traffic jam, a mechanic named Dave gives them directions on how to get to where they need to go. Later in the story, Dave catches up with the group and holds them hostage because of what Ben’s brother saw.

Based on a few suggestions and comments, I have edited parts of the beginning of my short story.

Sorry, I know the story is a bit slow.

The van smells like rotten eggs with a hint of wet dog. I sit in the middle row, scrunching my nose in disgust as I continue looking out the soda-splattered window. The few trees and plants outside were not moving at all. It feels as if the whole world was standing still.
In the driver’s seat, I hear Mike mumbling curse words. He is impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, looking as though he going to explode in anger. We haven’t moved an inch in over forty-five minutes. The van is at the end of the line in the traffic jam so none of us know what is going on. People in front of us are jumping out of their cars and walking up to where the problem seems to be. Some of them look ticked off, waving their hands hysterically in the air, frustrated and wanting to get out of here. Others were looking around in dismay, wondering what could be causing this big of a hold up.
A muscular man with sweat dripping down his face and onto the collar of his faded blue shirt was heading toward our vehicle. It’s an extremely hot day, the sun beating down on him as he walks up to every car and delivers news. He knocks on the window, and Mike rolls it down.
"What’s going on?" Mike asks.
The balding man takes off his baseball hat, sighs, and rubs his crinkled forehead. "Road construction." His voice is very deep and has a rusty tone to it.
"We’re all the way back here because of road construction?" Mike snaps, throwing himself back into the seat.
The man nods. "Said we’ll be here at least another thirty minutes," he says in his heavy Texas accent. I guess he is a mechanic because of the grease covering his shirt and hands. There is a patch in the left-hand corner of the shirt that had the name "Dave" stitched into it.
"We’re never going to make it there before sunset!" Mike exclaims.
Dave leans farther in, resting his arms on Mike’s window. "Where ya’ll headed?"
Personally, I don’t think Mike should be talking to a complete stranger about where we are heading. I don’t want to be rude and tell Mike not to say, so I keep mouth shut. Afterall, I don’t want to make a huge mechanic mad.
"Burkley," Mike says.
"Ah. Well if ya’ll turn ’round, you can take Highway 75 out to Northbound 277 and you will be able to get there," Dave tells my brother.
"Do I just keep driving on 277?" Mike inquires, obviously interested in getting out of the giant traffic jam.
"Yes, sir," Dave says. "After a couple ‘a miles, ya’ll should see a sign that says ‘Burkley – Five Miles West’."
Mike nods. "Thank you so much," he sounds truly thankful.
"Not a problem," says Dave.
Dave waves as he walks away. I turn around in my seat to see what he was driving. He hops into an old beat up red pick-up truck that looked as if it had been in a tornado.
Since we are at the very end of the line of cars, Mike begins to turn around without a problem. Within seconds, we are on the road again. I sigh of relief and smile.
I look to my left to see Shawn sleeping. His head is hanging down, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. His head keeps bopping up and down. In his hand, he holds his CD player with a loose grip.
Keith is sleeping up in the passenger seat. His bare feet on the dash board, and his face pressed against the window. That sleeping position had to be uncomfortable.
Mike is finally calm. He is nothing like he normally is. All day, he has been stressing about what to pack and how to pack it. Normally care-free and chaotic, became orderly and structured. All today, he has been acting more like me than himself.
"Ben," Mike says. "Get me a soda."
Sighing, I nod. The van is so crammed with all of our stuff that the only place to put the mini-cooler was in the middle of Shawn’s legs. I reach over, trying not to wake him up, which I fail at. Shawn’s eyes pop open. He lets out a loud yawn and stretches.
"Sorry," I tell him.
He shrugs. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere on 277," I say. "Some guy came up and gave us directions to get out of there while we were stuck in traffic." I lean back in my seat, waiting for Shawn to say something.
"Oh." I could tell he didn’t really care.
"Ben! Soda!" Mike yells at me as I realize I still have the soda in my hand, letting the water drip all over my jeans.
"Sorry," I mumble as he extends his arm and grabs the can out of my hand.

Would you continue reading it or is it just too boring? Any other comments?

Thanks! M

It’s a suspense story for my writing class. It’s not very far along yet.

My main character Ben is on a road trip with his older brother, his brother’s best friend, and his own best friend. While in a traffic jam, a mechanic named Dave gives them directions on how to get to where they need to go. Later in the story, Dave catches up with the group and holds them hostage because of what Ben’s brother saw.

Based on a few suggestions and comments, I have edited parts of the beginning of my short story.

Sorry, I know the story is a bit slow.

The van smells like rotten eggs with a hint of wet dog. I sit in the middle row, scrunching my nose in disgust as I continue looking out the soda-splattered window. The few trees and plants outside were not moving at all. It feels as if the whole world was standing still.
In the driver’s seat, I hear Mike mumbling curse words. He is impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, looking as though he going to explode in anger. We haven’t moved an inch in over forty-five minutes. The van is at the end of the line in the traffic jam so none of us know what is going on. People in front of us are jumping out of their cars and walking up to where the problem seems to be. Some of them look ticked off, waving their hands hysterically in the air, frustrated and wanting to get out of here. Others were looking around in dismay, wondering what could be causing this big of a hold up.
A muscular man with sweat dripping down his face and onto the collar of his faded blue shirt was heading toward our vehicle. It’s an extremely hot day, the sun beating down on him as he walks up to every car and delivers news. He knocks on the window, and Mike rolls it down.
"What’s going on?" Mike asks.
The balding man takes off his baseball hat, sighs, and rubs his crinkled forehead. "Road construction." His voice is very deep and has a rusty tone to it.
"We’re all the way back here because of road construction?" Mike snaps, throwing himself back into the seat.
The man nods. "Said we’ll be here at least another thirty minutes," he says in his heavy Texas accent. I guess he is a mechanic because of the grease covering his shirt and hands. There is a patch in the left-hand corner of the shirt that had the name "Dave" stitched into it.
"We’re never going to make it there before sunset!" Mike exclaims.
Dave leans farther in, resting his arms on Mike’s window. "Where ya’ll headed?"
Personally, I don’t think Mike should be talking to a complete stranger about where we are heading. I don’t want to be rude and tell Mike not to say, so I keep mouth shut. Afterall, I don’t want to make a huge mechanic mad.
"Burkley," Mike says.
"Ah. Well if ya’ll turn ’round, you can take Highway 75 out to Northbound 277 and you will be able to get there," Dave tells my brother.
"Do I just keep driving on 277?" Mike inquires, obviously interested in getting out of the giant traffic jam.
"Yes, sir," Dave says. "After a couple ‘a miles, ya’ll should see a sign that says ‘Burkley – Five Miles West’."
Mike nods. "Thank you so much," he sounds truly thankful.
"Not a problem," says Dave.
Dave waves as he walks away. I turn around in my seat to see what he was driving. He hops into an old beat up red pick-up truck that looked as if it had been in a tornado.
Since we are at the very end of the line of cars, Mike begins to turn around without a problem. Within seconds, we are on the road again. I sigh of relief and smile.
I look to my left to see Shawn sleeping. His head is hanging down, a little bit of drool dripping down his chin. His head keeps bopping up and down. In his hand, he holds his CD player with a loose grip.
Keith is sleeping up in the passenger seat. His bare feet on the dash board, and his face pressed against the window. That sleeping position had to be uncomfortable.
Mike is finally calm. He is nothing like he normally is. All day, he has been stressing about what to pack and how to pack it. Normally care-free and chaotic, became orderly and structured. All today, he has been acting more like me than himself.
"Ben," Mike says. "Get me a soda."
Sighing, I nod. The van is so crammed with all of our stuff that the only place to put the mini-cooler was in the middle of Shawn’s legs. I reach over, trying not to wake him up, which I fail at. Shawn’s eyes pop open. He lets out a loud yawn and stretches.
"Sorry," I tell him.
He shrugs. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere on 277," I say. "Some guy came up and gave us directions to get out of there while we were stuck in traffic." I lean back in my seat, waiting for Shawn to say something.
"Oh." I could tell he didn’t really care.
"Ben! Soda!" Mike yells at me as I realize I still have the soda in my hand, letting the water drip all over my jeans.
"Sorry," I mumble as he extends his arm and grabs the can out of my hand.

Would you continue reading it or is it just too boring? Any other comments?

Thanks!

Okay, there is this werewofl named Alacia who’s parents are the leaders of the pack. They are kidnapped by vampires and she and her oldest brother, Shane, take their parent’s positions until thye find them. The vampire that takes them is Harrison, aka the guy she kills. She isn’t a good alpha because she feels guilty about the death of another werewolf who was also her boyfriend named atom. There are a lot of complications along the way. Here it goes. Enjoy.
The day was dark and dreary. I shoved the key into the ignition of my Ford F-150 and the engine reared to life. Josh was at my side and nothing could ruin my day now. The gentle breeze that was rolling into the cab of the truck was just enough two keep to people cool in a huge truck that the air was broken in.
I put the truck in reverse and backed slowly out of the short driveway and quickly turning around to say goodbye to my large, white house in which my family was. The red leather interior was chilly, but nothing we couldn’t handle. The truck was brand new; a gift from my caring parents. It smelled the way a new car should, had a nice radio, and was white on the outside. It was perfect from the smooth yet rugged steering wheel, the hot yet cool leather seats, and the obnoxious yet soothing music that always seemed to play.
I wanted so badly to turn my head and shoot a glance at our colonial home, with ivy growing up the front, pale yellow siding, red shutters, a gorgeous wrap-around porch, and a large willow resting in the front yard. I wanted to say a sad farewell to my other siblings, my parents, and my pack that was so valuable to the whole world, through no one knew of us. I wanted to put the truck in the ditch and race toward the place I was born and raised in. I wanted to do everything but go to Green Bay, which way only about an hour away.
“Don’t look back, Alacia,” Josh warned. I didn’t like the tone my boyfriend had in his voice. It was so…condescending. Like it was bad to look back at the house.
“College. Humph. I wonder what it’s like,” I said, turning my focus from my Valders home to the college that my tall, dark, and handsome Josh was going to spend most of his days.
“Come on, Lace. We can handle it,” he assured, shooting a positive glance at me.
His eyes were something you could only get in movies. They were a pale blue, almost translucent. His hair was short and dark, only about an inch short at the longest part. His face was tan, as was the rest of his. His face had finely chiseled features, like something only seen in a dream. Well, you may not think he is gorgeous, but hey, I am very biased. He is my boyfriend, so I guess I have a right to be.
I began to cruise down the highway like nothing was happening. We were covering tons of land in the truck. There were rarely any cars on the road. A silver Kia, a black Volkswagen, and a few others that I couldn’t quite make out what they were zipped along. The night sky was an eerie shade of gray, the road was slick and shiny, and the lights that surrounded the road were awkward. The little houses and shops that were strategically placed next to the road were dead, no life was in them. The bars were a different story. There were tons of vehicles outside of them and there was all kinds of hustle and bustle going on both inside and out. People were chatting and smoking outside, and I couldn’t tell what exactly was going on inside. Everything in Valders was usually quite during the day, but at night was when the few lights were on, the town turned into one big party; drunken people having a good time, teenagers staring into each other’s eyes, and dark houses showed that the inhabitants were sleeping soundly.
My mind began to wander off the road and traipsed into my home. I was thinking about my family that I had so rudely left. I could imagine me telling them I was coming home. I had just left to go and get…milk. Yeah, I’m not going off to college with my boyfriend in the middle of a rainy, stormy night so that I can live in his apartment with him and his old buddy. Yeah, there was no way I was doing that.
But I was and there was no doubt about it that I was going to go with Josh to UWGB. I wasn’t going to go and buy a gallon of milk. I was doing everything Mom and Dad told me not to do. Great. College, here I come! Or here comes Joshua Hale, I guess.
I just realized something; I wasn’t going to college. I was just turning into a meaningless third wheel.
Josh gently put his hand on the seat next to me, kind of hinting me to grab hold of it. I did, and by the way his body reacted, he didn’t like the heat from mine.
The windshield wipers were wildly swooshing back and forth, flinging the water drops out of my sight and onto the ground below. I had to be focused and not think about my six other siblings and two parents I had left. I really wanted to go home.

By the time we arrived, the sun was just starting to peek on
Atom was her 1st boyfriend and Josh was number 2. Atom was dead before she started to date Josh.
O and sorry that it got cut off.

i am going to need a car soon an i think i found one that i like. It is a used Toyota camry (1997) it is black with no scratches or chips on the outside or inside. The engine model is 2.2L I4. Mileage: 115,314

Features: Driver Air Bag, Passenger Air Bag, A/C, AM/FM Stereo, Cassette, 4-Wheel ABS, Front Disc/Rear Drum Brakes, Cruise Control, Rear Defrost, Child Safety Locks, Front Wheel Drive, Power Door Locks, Power Driver Mirror, Pass-Through Rear Seat, Cloth Seats, Bucket Seats, Adjustable Steering Wheel, Tires – Front All-Season, Tires – Rear All-Season, Full Size Spare Tire, Power Windows, Intermittent Wipers, Power Passenger Mirror, Auxiliary Pwr Outlet, Wheel Covers, Steel Wheels

it is about ,000
what do ya think? i am not asking if you LIKE the car, i just want to know if this would be a good deal!

My dad is gonna be moving to Mexico soon and hes might be leaving me his 1985 Ford F-150. Its a great truck, its been running strong for the last 22 years. I can deal with a struggling motor for a while, im just focused on fixing the interior and exterior stuff first. By the way, its a two seater. Just that one row seating that could fit 3 people max. Does any body have any idea or clue how much it would cost for the following?:

-Whole New Dashboard

-Have carpet/upholstery installed on the floor

-Brand New front Row seating

-New Speedometer and every little gauge in that place

-New Steering wheel and the case that covers the pole leading the steering wheel to the axle

-Chrome Front and Rear bumpers

-Paint Job

-New Headlight and Tail lights

-New Side Mirrors and the metal that connects them to the doors.

-New Windshield

If you can leave me a website link that has most these things, thatd be great. Whoever gives most of the prices and help, 10 points.

Hey :]!!!

I’m getting a toyota corolla sport, in a couple of weeks!! I was wondering what some essential things i need to put in my car or just some cute/cool little things i should put in my car (nothing tacky like seat covers or steering wheel covers) i already got a small window decal to put on my car, it has tinkerbell and it says "psssst…you just got passed by a girl!" i thought it was cute :] and i’m getting a hawaiian lei to hang for my rear view mirror and a air freshener to but on the air vent. is there any othe cute ideas or essentials i need for my car??? thanks :]
how can you hook up your ipod to your car?

For my sisters’ Senior year, I asked that they come up with 5k by the end of summer & they came up with 8k for me to sign for a new car for them. Their trade is worth 4500 & with all that as a down payment, these are the cars they have narrowed it down to: A 2010 VW Tiguan that will cost them like 3 a month but it’s LOADED! Bike rack, heated seats & steering wheel, u name it, plus their oil changes, inspection & emissions would be free for the life of the car. A 2010 Mazda3 grand touring 5 door that will cost them like 6 a month & I know that’s not all-wheel or 4 wheel like I wanted them to have but my fiance has one that’s a couple years older & it goes great in snow so I guess I’m okay with that. There’s a 2010 Dodge Nitro we looked at before that will be 6 a month (actually less cuz we didn’t calculate their trade in when we looked). Another we looked at was a new Subaru WRX-STI that’s all-wheel, loaded & would be about 0/month. There was also a Mercedes 2009 M-Class we found that was a demo for a salesman & only has 15k miles, it’s all-wheel & loaded, even heated seats & steering wheel & I can get 0% financing on it, the payments will be slightly higher (3 a month) but I kinda saw their eyes light up when we looked at that. Plus with the payment split in half & that being the only bill they would have other than car insurance. (Dad pays cell bill) They still want to look at a new Pathfinder cuz they love mine but I think I might get jealous if they had a newer one than me, lol. And of course, they both are REALLY trying to talk me into the Dodge Challenger SRT-8 that would cost 0/month that we test drove just for fun but, now they want it. I know they could afford to split the payment on it & my father & I are covering the first 12 months of insurance. All have full warranties until the loan would be paid off. I’m a lil worried about the Challenger cuz I don’t want them to wreck in the snow. (We live in PA) What do you guys think?