They hopped into the car one morning.
Well if you asked Lauren she'd tell a different story.
She was dragged.
A donut shirt wearing Amy pulled her out of bed. Forced her in some clothes and shouted for her to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Then they were in Lauren's car. The unlicensed Amy at the wheel.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE WE GOING?" Lauren had shouted, wide eyed and scared shitless.
Amy sped off down their neighborhood's tiny, quiet street.
She didn't answer till the car hit the highway.
"I have no damn clue."
Lauren groaned. Amy smirked.