Cordelia should have never gotten behind the wheel of that car.
She doesn’t know why she did. She couldn’t see. She should have said something to her teacher and gotten out of the exercise, but she didn’t. The world is spinning around her, and she knows that she’s going to crash, but she keeps going.
The wheel feels strange under her hands, foreign. She turns the wheel but she doesn’t know where she’s going. She just hopes she’s going the right way, feeling the way the leather slides under her palms and listening to the screams her of classmates, hoping that she doesn’t get anyone killed.
It isn’t until she feels herself get tackled to the ground (by Buffy? It sounds like Buffy) that she actually admits something’s wrong. By then her vision is complete blackness, and she can’t see anything in front of her. She reaches for Buffy’s arm, and the other girl pulls her to her feet and gets her out of the street.
Cordelia can’t be blind. She hasn’t been crowned prom queen yet.
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She doesn’t know why she did. She couldn’t see. She should have said something to her teacher and gotten out of the exercise, but she didn’t. The world is spinning around her, and she knows that she’s going to crash, but she keeps going.
The wheel feels strange under her hands, foreign. She turns the wheel but she doesn’t know where she’s going. She just hopes she’s going the right way, feeling the way the leather slides under her palms and listening to the screams her of classmates, hoping that she doesn’t get anyone killed.
It isn’t until she feels herself get tackled to the ground (by Buffy? It sounds like Buffy) that she actually admits something’s wrong. By then her vision is complete blackness, and she can’t see anything in front of her. She reaches for Buffy’s arm, and the other girl pulls her to her feet and gets her out of the street.
Cordelia can’t be blind. She hasn’t been crowned prom queen yet.