Caroline thought about what Urban said more and more. Two words in particular stuck in Miss Ashley's head. Grow up. Crunch, another funyon, "If you don't want to drive the whole trip I could do some. I know I'm a bit unpracticed but, I can manage." Caroline didn't feel like crying anymore, the pot helped. Thoughts, words, and ideas, no longer flowed through her head. It was just an empty road through a dirty windshield, and the taste of funyons in her mouth.
Caroline knew she probably wouldn't smile for the rest of the trip, she knew it was fun in the first part, of course the little bit of ecstasy that hadn't worn off yet probably helped her feel alive. Now, she knew it was gone, replaced by with subtle calm of weed. Caroline knew that even if the drugs did make her feel something, her normal, real, and unaltered self is back to the ways it always is. Empty, and depressed.