I reasoned that it was a short distance to the diner. And really, what other choice did I have? I was 16. Peer pressure was a big part of my life and I wanted to act "cool" in front of my new group of friends. I said a little prayer and reluctantly got into the car.
The music was blaring. The road was wide and empty of cars. We stopped at the bright stoplight at the next corner. Another car - filled with kids - pulled up next to us. A conversation began between the drivers about whose car was faster. My heart was racing and then I could have sworn that it stopped. I knew what our driver was thinking. I could feel his testosterone levels rising. I closed my eyes wishing that the stoplight would never change to green.
Finally, the light changed and someone in the backseat yelled "GO!" encouraging him to race down the open road. I quickly grabbed the his forearm and gave him a pleading look. My fear was obvious even though I couldn't speak. I could tell in his eyes that he was wiser than his years. He smiled knowingly at me as he let the other car drive by us at the speed of light.
The groans from the backseat started as I looked at him and whispered my thanks.
This week's memoir prompt was to write a piece inspired by the color red - but you were not allowed to use the word "red" in your story. This is a little too late for The Red Dress Club website, but I welcome your comments.