A small red convertible roared down the road along the dark mountainside. Three teenagers yelled from inside, their excitement almost tangible in the late night air.
"Floor it, Kyle!" One of them shrieked, her ashy brown hair flying behind her. "Come on you sissy, my grandma drives faster than this!"
"Sure Lisa!" Kyle yelled back at her. "Hold on tight!" He applied more force to the gas pedal and the car engine roared in response.
"Yeah!" The other boy joined in as he raised a beer. "This is the life! Cars and alcohol and late nights…"
The car approached a curve, made barely discernable by the silver railings across the edge. It gleamed against the bright headlights approaching it.
The car did not slow down. If anything, it went even faster.
"Kyle, slow down!" The boy yelled from the back of car.
"I'm trying!" He yelled back. "My foot's on the brake, but it's not working!"
They were quickly approaching the curve. Just a few hundred feet…
"Kyle, stop it! This isn't funny!" Lisa screamed.
"I can't!"
The car went over the edge.
The screams of the teenagers went unheard that night as they plummeted over the edge.