“Can you turn down the radio?” Allison asked her brother, Nelson, who was driving us to the concert.
“Shut up,” he said, turning it up louder. I could see why Allison didn’t get along with him. I bit my lip as we raced down the the highway. We had two whole hours, there was no need for speeding. We were going to end up in an accident.
“Slow down!” I yelped as we skidded to a stop at a red light.
“Would y’all shut up and let the driver to the driving?”
As soon as the light turned green, it all started up again. Nelson was an idiot and there was no doubt about it.

Back on the highway, traffic was moving pretty fast, but we were not.
“What’s wrong with you now?” asked Allison. “Your driving like your a senior citizen!”
“I dunno, let’s pull over,”. Nelson took a swerve over to the left causing Allison to hit her head and all the old candy wrappers on the dash board to fly out the window. I knew this night was going to be suckish.