No I don't want to was the only thing Max could think. He was replaying the thought in his mind, I won't go, I won't go, I won't go. Interrupting his thought was, "Max, come on it's time to go" it was his mother, damn, he didn't have the time to hide now, he had to go. Think, come on think Max use your brain and do something! "Um, I'm not ready yet, I'm, uh- think, think- I'm not done packing yet." "What do you mean, I packed all you'll need for the trip" his mother informed him. Think, come on, come on, think you can't go, you won't. There is no way in the universe you will go. "Well I just want to make sure I not missing anything." "Packed everything but the kitchen sink." I don't care I need time to hide leave me alone! He started to run, but the second he got to the door his mom grabbed him, dragged him into the garage and shoved him in the car.
"How much longer is it to the Faire, mom?" "Around I'd say, 10 minutes."
