Go for a ride. She probably has her learner's permit.
From Create Your Own Story
You're not in the mood to work with crayons and scissors all night. "Alright, you can drive my car." She claps her hands together and lets you lead her out of the room. It's on the other side of the house from Adam and video games, so you don't bother telling him where you're going, you just walk out the front door together.
Your car isn't a junker, but it's nothing special. It has leather interior and a nice stereo system. Sometimes it has trouble running in the winter. The paint job is boring and chipped. You're actually a little surprised she would even want to drive it.
When you get inside the passenger and she crawls in beside you, you ask, "Have you driven before?"
"A couple times. My parents don't really trust me, even though I'm old enough to get my license." You wonder why she's not trustworthy... she's always seemed like a good girl to you, until tonight. In the back of your mind, you also worry for your car.
Soon you're peeling out of the driveway and on the road. It's not going so bad.
