You make me feel so… la la la la la
You, you make me feel that.
Carmine sang along with the radio as she drove her cherry-red car down the Aorta Expressway. She kept one hand on the wheel while the other was busy texting a friend. Albert, the recipient of the text, had recently dropped out of the police academy and stolen a police car. Carmine herself was a dropout. One of the first wave, in fact. She'd left school at thirteen years old, back when it was still considered strange to do so. Now she was fifteen, driving without a license or any kind of certification. That kind of thing didn't matter these days.
Giggling, Carmine gunned the accelerator. She had just seen Albert enter the highway, which meant one thing and one thing only. The street race was about to begin!
There were no rules, no official starting times or endpoints. Just the sound of the engine and the wind in her face, not to mention the shrieking sirens that gained on her with each passing second. Carmine took her eyes off the road to look behind her, letting out a wild whoop when she saw the fleet of police cars that jockeyed for position on the crowded highway.
They weren't chasing her or Albert; just the opposite. The cars contained teenage white blood cells whose badges were the only thing they had in common with the actual police. They were fast, but had no hope of beating Carmine once she got going.
She was going so fast that she had to swerve around the adult drivers. They honked and shrieked, of course, but couldn't do a thing. Carmine was glad she wasn't one of them… How boring their lives must be! Too much work and no play, just driving back and forth to deliver things all day. Carmine herself technically had a job in Oxygen Transport, but she couldn't care less.
At that very moment, the trunk of her car flew open. The dozens of gas cylinders in the back flew out almost instantly, cracking open on the pavement. Hopefully, they would slow the others down.
Taking another look in her rearview mirror, Carmine saw that she was far ahead of the others. Only Albert was anywhere near her car, but even he was falling behind. She would win, that was for sure. And whenever they crashed or decided to stop, she was going to make out with the most immature cell of the bunch.
La la la la la…
Let the lights drop
Carmine soaked in the music while she could. When the song was over, the radio station would probably switch to another broadcast about low oxygen and iron levels in the blood. It had been doing that all day, and it was getting annoying.
La la la la la…
Make the world stop.
A/N: The lyrics are from a song called "You Make Me Feel" by Cobra Starship.
