Anita pushed her body out of the window and sat on the edge of the window seal on the opposite side of Cait as she grabbed the joint and took a few drags off of it before handing it back to her vehicle mate. Anita had never been a smoker especially when it came to weed, but, it would have been rude not to at least try. If there was one thing Anita knew about Cait in their short time together, it was that Cait loved Skateboarding and she loved that board. Anita could still remember the look on her face when she damaged her board, and while she did her best to comfort her friend, it did nothing to diminish that sad look on her face that day.

[color=0072bc]"Unfortunately, we'd be lucky if they had a mechanic Cait, I doubt they've even heard the word skateboard,"[/color] She tried her best to mutter in between coughs from the smoke caught in her lungs. To say they were in the middle of nowhere was an understatement and in Arkansas no less. Growing up in Canada, she knew almost nothing of America, especially the midwest. Her first time here and she thought there would be more corn....That's what the American Midwest was known for right? Corn? [color=0072bc]"Hey, we're supposed to be in the midwest right? what happened to all the corn farms...and like...broken down pickup trucks?"[/color] If it wasn't clear to everyone Anita knew virtually nothing about America, it was clear now.