Sophia clapped her hands. "Remember, whenever any of us gets a sports car, we do one crazy thing. Since Quinn has been cruel to you all this while, why not use her as your crazy thing? What do you think?"
The other two girls' eyes brightened, and they nodded in support. "Sophia is right... You haven't done your first crazy thing yet. The three of us did it when we got our first sports car. It's your turn now, Amy!"
Amy pondered it carefully. She'd always envied her friends for their reckless freedom. She'd gone out with them on some of their previous escapades—street racing, sneaking into luxury stores, and more. They never got caught, and Amy always felt a huge thrill from it. There was something intoxicating about the power they seemed to wield, the way they didn't care about the consequences, which made her feel powerful and invincible. It was thrilling.
But now that it was her turn, she couldn't help but feel a bit fearful.
Are they asking her to bump her car into Quinn's?
