Drabble of Summer #30: Drive

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The powerful machine moved by the sheer will of his foot. It was an incredible feeling. It was like they were gliding over the street. Peter smiled, not even minding all the blaring horns and yells from the other drivers.

“Stay in your lane,” his father instructed him. Arthur was sitting very straight in the passenger seat, his body tense.

“I’m fine, Dad,” Peter huffed.

“Focus on the road, Peter.” Peter rolled his eyes. He couldn’t wait to turn sixteen so he could drive on his own.