WANTED [REWRITING]

WANTED

THE DRIVE from Visalia to Boise, California was long. It was four hours away from our town and smacked down in the middle of the mountains. The fog slowly wrapped itself around the car, creating an ominous effect, and hindered my view down below as we drove up the mountain side.

The trees surrounding the town were giant sequoias and grew into the actual National Park. That's how the town remained well hidden from tourist. It was hard to find if you weren't brought there by someone who was raised there, like my mother.

My moms parents both died when she was younger . So she was raised by her mother's grandparents but they're long gone now too. Only my fathers side of the family live there now. Once the divorce was finalized my mother left and took me with her, which caused an uproar with my dads parents (my grandparents) because my mom had gained full custody of me somehow. I never understood how that happened and my mother won't tell me either.

And here I was now, being abandoned in a place I knew nothing about. I had visited here when I was younger for holidays but that was just a one day visit. My mom never wanted to stay any longer than that. All I knew of this place was my dads house but I was sure that had changed too.

My mom drove around with no problem, our car zig-zagging around the mountain side. The radio blasting her favorite 80's music. She enjoyed music from artist like Madonna, Joan Jett, and Cindy Lauper.

I would have gladly given an arm or leg, whichever; so that I could listen to 5sos, The 1975, or 1D, rather than 80's music. But since I wasn't driving, not because I couldn't; I had my permit, I had no say in what played.

I sighed, loudly enough for my mother to hear. Every second in the car made me dread getting to our destination.

"Stop brooding," she yelled over the music.

"I'll brood all I want," I yelled back.

"We'll take you with us next time," she promised.

"Sure," I sighed and continued to stare out the window. I must have seen about a million trees during the duration of the drive.