Renesmee POV
"Renesmee, drive more carefully!" Alice shrieked from the passenger seat.
Renesmee looked at the speed dial. She was going exactly the speed limit. Her driving was perfect! "Alice, will you shut up. You're just freaked out because you've never seen anybody drive this good before. Especially not so much better than you."
"That's not true," she whined angrily.
"Alice," I huffed, "everyone in the world including all of the things you hit know it's true."
"Personally I blame the poles, trees, and mail boxes for getting in my way, but call it like you see it," she told me, shrugging.
"I'm telling you that I saw you total this car just about. I'm not even sure Rosalie can even fix this anymore," I announced in annoyance.
"Hey, Renesmee?" Alice started.
"What Alice?" I sighed.
"Where are we going," she finished.
I paused in thought for a minute. We had gone to Target, then to Target again, then to a forest, but where were we going now? Gas! It was then that I remembered. "The gas station, Alice."
"Oh yeah!"
I was glad that we were finally sitting in silence. Alice had a habit of not shutting up…ever.
"Oooo! The car game. I'll go first. Yellow."
Never mind.