Warped Narrative: Assignment 4

Jordyn looked up from the pile of brightly coloured tops that she had been sorting through for the better part of the last 10 minutes with a look that clearly showed just how annoyed she felt.  "What, Alexa?", she asked in a tone of pure frustration.  "You've been standing there trying to get my attention for forever!"
Alexa tried to formulate a sentence with much difficulty, and then stopped.  She came closer to Jordyn and whispered in her ear in a breathless voice, "Look to your right! No, your other right!  Next to the grey shirt with the big rose on it.. its MILEY CYRUS!"
Jordyn's mouth dropped.  A real live celebrity in Detroit, Michigan just doing some shopping?  It was all just too much for Jordyn.  She quickly tried to snap a few pictures as evidence, but her cell phone's camera produced an image too grainy to be real proof of her amazing luck.  She quickly tried to exit the store to find her mom to share her excitement.  She fought through the growing crowd, which seemed to swirl around her, swallowing her the way an explorer that has fallen into a pit of quicksand will be swallowed as he fights to escape in inevitable fate.

Jordyn burst through the entrance and ran to her mom.
"I did it! I passed!"Her mother rose and quickly hugged her excited daughter.
"Congrats! I knew you would!"
Jordyn led her mom to the long line to exchange her successful test paper with a license that proved her competency on the road, all the while chattering excitedly.  As she waited for her turn, she recounted every last moment of her past 10 minutes in vivid detail.  Her story was told with more detail and suspense than a tabloid documenting a prisoner awaiting his trial to decide whether or not he would be awarded capital punishment.  Her mother smiled blankly back at her as she waited for Jordyn to finish her story so that they could both get on with the rest of their lives.  As they walked into the parking lot, Jordyn asked the inevitable question.
"Can I drive?"
Her mother had no excuse to deny her, so Jordyn climbed into the front seat.  She dropped the keys under the steering wheel in her excitement, and bent her head to retrieve them.  As she went to straighten herself, she hit the top of her head and everything, for just a second, went black.

Jordyn rapidly blinked to clear her eyes of the flashes of light that had just dotted her vision.
"What was that?"
"Just the cable going out.  Guess that means movie night is cancelled."
"Well, we could probably just rent a movie from Blockbuster and watch that instead?"
Instead of a response, her friends quickly jumped to their feet and sprinted to the driveway.  Once outside, the non-driving majority instantly seperated into two groups and got into their respective cars.
"First one there wins!"
The cry came from deep inside the first car, a small and red vehicle, whose age had begun to show.  The car roared as it took off down the street, its faulty brakes screeching in protest.  From down the street you could hear voices calling out to speed up, although a single voice stood out from the rest that did not sound as convincingly eager.  You might even have said that it sounded scared, as if its owner was not in total enjoyment of the situation at hand.
That was I.  I was that owner of that voice.
As the red car cut the corner, the other car seemingly appeared out of nowhere, approaching off of a hidden side street.  The two cars raced down a long stretch of road, neither quite winning, neither quite losing.  But, as the cars neared the end of the street, the black vehicle took the lead with a quick burst of speed.  The lone stop sign seemed to leer closer and closer until the car in the lead was suddenly upon it, with the red car in hot pursuit.  The red car hovered dangerously close, sure that its leader would not be one to actually obey the rules of the road, until disasterously, the red brake lights flashed, horrifically close to the car immediately behind it.  The driver slammed his brakes to the floor, but it proved to not be enough as the red car continued moving at top speed into the back of the immobile car in front of it.  As the black car was jolted forward, the passengers of the red car were catapulted through the windshield with an unparalleled force.  As the passengers hit the rough concrete, their seatbelts dangled uselessly in the light summer's breeze.