~Guided~Writing~ · Written by: A black rose bush, full of thorns

She put her hand out the window, almost daring her braclets to fly off, down Loop 202.
"How man times do I have to tell you not to do that? A rock might come up from the ground and hit your hand."
"Fine." Said Tatum as she brought in her hand and rolled up the window.
"You didn't have to block off the only air supply. Now did you?"
"Well mom, I think it's safer. I mean, a rock might fly into my face or something."
Though this thought was rebellious and just what Tatum was looking for, she had to receive the consequences.
It was a hot day and inside the beat up Mazda, even hotter. The window was the only way to relieve some of the heat with a cool breeze forming as they paved their path down the freeway.