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    What I wouldn’t do for love – (Chapter: Really long trip kind of [Chapter 5])

    Spencer
    Not only did me and my dad convince my mom to actually let me go to this acting audition you could call it, but we convinced her to even give me a ride all the way there. I said goodbye to everyone I knew last night except for the family, I said my goodbye this morning, everyone was proud, except for my mom of course, she’s so scared of losing me, her baby. I can’t say I hate being her baby but sometimes it’s just too much.

    Anyway, I look at the radio that is showing the time right now, and it reads 10:27, so technically we should have been there by now, you know, simple math. We left at 6 so four hours more is 10 so we should have been there at 10. But apparently whatever town we’re in decides to have more than 5 cars on the road at a time unlike the rest of the state of Ohio.

    I seriously think half of the population of Ohio is in this town, city, or whatever you want to call it and the other half is spread out throughout the rest of the state. Stupid traffic, stupid cars, stupid roads. I’m getting very impatient, but it’s probably my nerves.

    I look out the window while my mom just sings along to the current oldie song on the radio and I look at the houses. Each one looking like the one right before it, I swear they are all the same house, I feel like this car is on a treadmill and the scenery is just like replaying in the background. The only way I can tell that we are in fact not on a treadmill is the cars parked in the driveway of each house. I mean yeah everyone has the same exact color car, but at least they’re different brands.

    Oh snap, there is a flamingo on that front yard, but alas the next house has nothing, actually the next 100 houses have nothing too. God this is going to be a really long trip.

    Ashley

    The little light turns on indicating everyone should put on their seat belts, I put it on and thank god no one is sitting next to me on this crappy plane. I just sit there as the plane takes off and pray nothing bad happens to this plane at least until it lands in Ohio.

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