Dreams and Blue Cars(a fragment)

"So you finally got a car, then?" Amber punched her brother lightly on the arm.

Luc shrugged, pulled at his tawny ponytail. "Looks like it, doesn't it?"

You couldn't call THAT a car,though, not really . A Space Cruiser painted the metslic blue colour of the nail varnish Amber used to wear to parties when she was little. Super-cool. Not.

"You getting in?"

No chance, Amber thought.
She said: "No, it's OK."

"I'll let you sit in the front," Luc wheedled.
"I'm twelve, not four. God!"