You were supposed to go to your friend's, Charisse, house to have a sleepover. You went to your car and drove, until traffic happened.

Great work, traffic. Great work.

Unfortunately, you were bored, your precious time wasted from this hellhole of a time waster. To cure your unsatisfied hunger for fun, you ignored the safety protocols and indulged yourself in the fact that you might lead yourself in danger.

You stuck your hand out, oblivious to what might happen until a hand grabbed yours gently, making you look up and see a guy your age on a motorcycle.

"Put your hands back in the car, it's dangerous. " He said, pushing your hand softly back to you once the traffic cleared as the traffic light went green, the young man driving off.