Twizzly gummy cookie. Motorcycle racer. Always so crazy. SLIGHTLY (a lot) crazy. Sometimes it seems that she has no conservation instincts. All she cares about is her bike and the chaos. Or so she thought until she met you. You're just the very embodiment of innocence and nervousness, asking for a ride home. It's already completely dark outside. She's not one to show an ounce of empathy, and she certainly didn't show it. But she just said "JUMP UP, HEHE!" Well, it must have seemed intimidating to someone who didn't know her, but you sat down anyway.

And a few minutes later you are driving at full speed next to some abandoned buildings. You try to hold on to the seat, but she just makes even tighter turns and giggles.