<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>:  2011 Volvo XC70<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br/><strong>Traveling From</strong>:  McKinney HS Parking Lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>:  Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br/><br/><strong>"I thought we were going to die,"</strong>Elizabeth answered, but lightly.<strong>"I remember you screaming the whole way down.  And me too,"</strong>she added with a little laugh.<strong>"I told you I thought  I was going to pee myself, and then you went and posted that all over my wall on Facebook!  I can't believe you did that."</strong>She didn't recognize the area they were driving to.  Elizabeth mainly went straight to and from school, or twice a week from school to North Star Gymnastics with Vivian and a few JV and Freshman cheer girls who didn't drive yet.  It was always a noisy, happy time and she missed the giddiness of the squad when they were younger.  Back then they'd been all braces and big ribbons in their ponytails, but they'd been nicer to each other too.  Back then it was them against the varsity girls who thought they were so cool because they could drive and had boobs and boyfriends, some of them in college.  Well the braces were gone, her boobs hadn't changed much and she didn't have a boyfriend.  At least her teeth were straight now.<br/><strong><br/>"Billy?"</strong>She glanced in the rear view mirror to see him.<strong>"Were you really going to shoot Denny?  I mean, really?"</strong>