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I've got a short, short story due for one of the multiple writing classes that I am taking.  This is the first 157 words. 

“At the light, turn right onto Seventh Street.”

“Bloody, GPS.  I already turned onto Seventh Street and then you brought me back here.”

Obstinate, yet obedient, Misty turned the wheel guiding the car back down Seventh.  She slowed to a stop allowing a pair of pedestrians to cross the street illegally.  One of the men had bright green hair, shaved into a Mohawk.  The remaining hair had been twisted into spikes protruding down the middle of his head, greatly resembling some prehistoric dinosaur.  The other man wore saggy pants and an equally saggy shirt, that revealed more than one tattoo carved into his person.  Misty was careful to avoid eye contact with the men, peaking out of the corner of her eye at them, while double checking to make sure the car doors were in fact locked.  The car was moving again before the men had stepped onto the sidewalk, soliciting an appraising look from both men.