Enigmatic-Wolf

My hand slammed the phone into the wall for the third time. "Dang it!" I shouted, starting to get angry. "Stewart! Answer the frickin' phone!" I didn't want to give up, I couldn't give up. I had to warn Stewart, but he hadn't answered his phone at all. Not yesterday, and not today. I quickly rushed to my room, grabbing my jacket. "Mom! I'm headed over to Stewart's house!" If Stewart didn't answer his phone, I would have to find him in person. "Alright, John! Have fun! Drive safely!" she replied.  I had almost forgotten I could drive in my worried haste. With the idea of driving in my mind, I quickly ran downstairs to the garage, grabb