I'm yelling. I'm screaming. I need Claire. Where even is she? I thought she came minutes ago, William said so just a little while ago. He said she was turning onto the street on the phone right before he randomly hung up. I mean, I have to admit I heard her ranting fairly loudly about how stupid I was in the background since the beginning of the call, but you can't expect a girl to deal with this kind of situation by herself.
"CLAIRE! WHERE ARE YOU?!?"
My voice seems to be quieter than the echoes that follow it. This is what I get for not buying that extra tank of gas last time I passed the Velaros in Michigan. Well... I can't be too mad... I also deserve this because I forgot my dang-nabitted wallet back at home-base, so I couldn't buy one anyhow. I recommend this as a life lesson: NEVER FORGET YOUR WALLET WHEN YOU GO OUT FOR A DRIVE AND NEVER FORGET THAT SOMETIMES NOT EVEN AN UNFAIR TOW TRUCK WILL BE ABLE TO COME SAVE YOUR CURLY LITTLE WEAVE OFF THE STREETS.
"GUYS. IM GETTING PRETTY PISSED. IM SCREAMING INTO A COMPLETELY EMPTY TUNNEL LIKE AN IDIOT JUST FOR HOPES OF YOU GUYS CALLING BACK WITH ONE OF YOUR AGGRAVATED MOANS OR SOMETHING," I start jumping up and down waving my hands in the air as if I were doing some jumping jacks. I really am an idiot.
I keep yelling like this for about 30 more minutes. I have to say, I'm feeling like I'm making some memories, because it's gonna be pretty funny to tell this story in the future next time I'm in the mood to strike a 'remember when.' But I started to get pretty tired of feeling like I was in a comedy show so I got back into my car and just sat there. No noise except for the tunnel-side lights flickering on and off above me. With my eyes just staring straight ahead.
I decide to take a look at my surroundings, since I really had nothing else to do with my life. The scenery wasn't too great. To be honest, it was actually kind of eerie. The funny kind of eerie. Like the kind where you look out the window only to see nothing, but since you're so relieved at the fact nothing randomly killed you, you laugh as if you just pulled the most hilarious prank on yourself ever. I made my signature silent laugh, the one with the weird 3 second screech at the end, and I smacked a smile on my face. My thoughts are so...pink. I swear, one day I'm gonna wake up to find everything made of cotton candy and chocolate rainbows. Never expect me to be a pessimist...or a realist for that matter. My mood has hardly been in any shade of blue for what feels like forever. Ask me to look out a scary window, I'll laugh my big butt off. Ask me to watch my surroundings when everything is lonely and anything but happy, I'll probably ignore the sadness of it all and keep on laughing at the idioticy of the world. Yes, the word -idioticy- is completely made up. That's for you grammar freaks :)
Well, I successfully managed to stare out into the open space in front of me and make a quick explanation on how my emotions dealt with it, but I didn't explain what I actually saw. As a story teller, I guess I'm forced to tell you about the fact I'm not really where you think I am. I'm in the Munge, the forest of the evil devils of the world. The place fire creeps up on you and kills you as it licks the already burnt parts of your flesh. The place where all you see is tints of angry red. The most morbid, expectant, evi-
JUST KIDDING
hahahahahahaah. Okay back on subject, (Ignore my little prank there hahaha) what I saw was nothing near what you would think was interesting. You see, I tend to stare at every detail at the pieces of the world's matter, but I usually gain no memory or advantage from it. I'm aware of the little creases in absolutely every blanket ever, but I will never be able to tell you whether it was on the actual bed or not. I just seem to enjoy beauty and live in the now. I think it keeps me happy. So; that's what I did right then and there with the road I was letting my car sit on. Mostly the road would lead into the description of the tint of my surroundings, the arch connecting it, the length of the newly paved pavement, and all of that fun stuff, but the more I explain the more likely you'll stop trying to imagine it...unless you're one of those new book readers, or one of the few book worms who actually enjoy letting the author make the imagery in a story for them. So I'll go for a basic, yet descriptive paragraph of what my optimistic eyes see.
