“I’m not doing it.”
“You picked dare.”
“Yeah, because there are only so many
things you can do in a car going a hundred miles an hour.”
“And this is one of them!”
“And it’s insane. I’m not doing it.”
“Come oooooooon!”
“No. You can’t make me.”
“I’ll pay for your share of gas
money for the rest of the trip.”
“…….I hate you.”
“Is that a yes?”
I sighed and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Just realize that if I die, you’re
the one who’s going to be cleaning my dead carcass off the interstate.”
He grinned. “Sounds like a yes to
me.”
I rolled my eyes and swung my legs
over the console. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“I’ll let you know if any cops come.”
“I’m more concerned about dying, but thanks, I guess.”
I positioned myself in the back of
the car and made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. He grinned again
and reached up to hit a button on the dashboard, opening the sunroof above me.
“Good luck,” he yelled over the wind.
With a pounding heart and sweaty palms, I gripped the edges of the
window and pulled myself through the gaping hole in the roof. The wind plugged
my ears and dried out my eyes as I squinted into the sun in front of me. I
stretched my legs slowly, rising above the car and the blurring landscape
around me.
And suddenly, I was flying. The wind pushed my hair out of my face, and
the sun shone on me like a spotlight as I flew down the highway. I stretched my
arms to the sky and squealed, basking in the warmth of the setting sun, before
the car horn sounded, and I dropped back down to safety.
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