Third Grade?

Emma crossed the street and noticed the car Heather had described to her from a distance. She approached it and tapped on the door. The window squeaked and the car was unlocked. "Get in," Heather said as she reached for her seatbelt and buckled it.

Emma moved to the passenger seat and opened the door. She climbed into the car and buckled her seatbelt. Heather then drove away.

"We could have just stayed at that coffee shop," Emma quipped as Heather confidently stepped onto the road. The sleek white vehicle surged forward as Heather pressed down on the gas pedal, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. The scenery outside the windows turned into a blur as the car picked up speed.

"What's the fun in that?" Heather retorted, her tone teasing. She pushed the gas pedal a little harder, and the car responded with a surge of power that sent a thrill down Emma’s spine. Her mind, however, was elsewhere, lost in her thoughts as she watched the street.

"We are here," Heather announced, her vo