Violet scratched her lower back and yawned, then stopped in her bedroom's doorframe.
"Night Batman!" she called out to her older brother, Connor, whose room was two doors down.
"Night Robin!" came his response.
Violet smiled before she shut her door and leaped onto her bed. She bounced up from the impact and her blanket flew up in the air, then slowly flowed down over her body.
Nailed it, she thought to herself.
"Good night bed."
Within minutes Violet was fast asleep, left only to her dreams.
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VIOLET
I giggle as I rush to the convertible car that awaits me just beyond the front door.
We're sneaking out baby, whoo hoo! Take that mom and dad! Your little angel who never does anything so there is no need to worry about her is sneaking out, that too at three in the morning!
Lol, Jake from State Farm much? my brain teases.
Can it brain!
I step outside and slowly close and lock the front door behind me, turning to relish in the night's clean air. As I lean against the door, a slight breeze causes my hair to blow onto my face slightly, tickling it.
"Hurry up!" Connor whisper-yells, breaking me from my pensive state. My eyes blink and I rush over to his car, hopping into the passenger's seat.
He hits the gas and we shoot forward into the night, not once looking back. In this moment we are free from everything the world decides it wants to throw at us, free from life itself.
Once we are well past our house, I switch the radio on and Party by Chris Brown ft. Gucci Mane and Usher blasts through the car's stereo.
(A/N Song starts at 1:35 I believe. Cursing...sorry.)
Connor and I look at each other for a split second before we start belting out the lyrics, uncaring of how loud we are.
"Pull up on your itch, tell your man I'm sorry! Hundred on my wrist, jumping out the 'rari! Ooh she hit the splits, she know how to party! When I'm with my clique, we know how to party! How to party, yeah we know how to party!"
For the first time, I feel completely relaxed. I feel like a carefree teenager in a movie, dancing and singing while speeding down a highway, my hair whipping all over the place.
As Connor drives on, I spot a speck in the distance. I squint my eyes and stare as we inch closer, gasping when I see that it is a sign.
We fly past it, but I saw it long enough to catch what it said:
CAUTION. Bumpy roads ahead.
I turn in my seat and shout, "Hey Connor, slow down!"
He doesn't respond, just throws his head back in laughter and speeds up, causing my head collide with my seat.
"Dude, slow the fudge down! You're going to kills us!"
Again, he doesn't respond and pushes even harder on the gas, leaving me to marvel out how fast he can make this car go.
I grip the arm rest tightly, so tight that I am sure the imprints of my hands are going to be molded into the cushiony arm rest for weeks. I reach up and grab the passenger side grab handle before again yelling for Connor to stop.
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