SOPHIA
“Do you plan on getting us killed?” Abdallah barks, hand on mine to shift the steering wheel slightly toward the right.
I harshly pry his hand off of mine, eyes on the road and ears feeling like they’re about to bleed what with the honking and all.
Don’t think about blood.
“Relax, would you?” I kinda, sorta whistle while taking a U-turn just because, you know? “Driving is so fun!”
Abdallah looks at me as though he thinks I’ve completely lost my mind. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel human after being caged up your whole life.
“I’m sure it is but just slow it down a notch so as to not crash the car?”
I look in the rearview mirror, taking a right. “I’m trying.” I say. “But it’s like my skin is buzzing with energy and the car is screaming ‘Faster!’” I give him an innocen
