Cassie's P.O.V.
I was about fifty feet away from the motel.
I kept walking. My feet hurt so much.
When I got there I walked into the front office, it looked really crappy, if it's over a hundred dollars, then they can go tho hell.
There was a man at the front desk. He looked like he was in his forties or fifties.
I came up to him, he smiled and said, "What can do for you?" He said while winking. Umm no. Ewww. I think I'm scarred for life.
"Um, I need a room." I said as nicely as possible.
"Okay room for one? Or for two?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. No just, no.
"One." I said sternly.
"Okay but it you change your mind, then come and get m-"
"Can I have my key please?" I said harshly cutting him off.
"Here." He mumbled. "That'll be twenty dollars." I put the money on the counter and started walking away. "By the way your room number is, 132." He said. I continued walking. "129..130..131..ahh hah.. 132!" I mumbled to myself. I took the key and put it in the hole. (A/N: lol in the hole.) I turned it and opened the door. when I looked in, there was one single bed, with a plain mattress and a blanket folded and put on top, and a pillow. Besides the so called 'bed' there was a foldable table. I looked around, the floors had multiple stains. There was a mini fridge in the corner with a little microwave on top of it. Then, there was a little room, the bathroom. I went in and there was a toilet, with one roll of toilet paper. There was a bathtub, it had a bar of soap already opened and looked as if it had been used already...Gross much? There was a little bitty bottle if shampoo. And there was one towel.
The sink looked nasty, it had grime all over it and the mirror was fairly clean.
I walked back out. I looked in my book bag. I got a can of ravioli out.
Now for a bowl. I looked in the shelf above the fridge and microwave. I saw a pack of paper plates. They were unopened, but there were no bowls, I guess plates will do then. There was also some little cups on the shelf too. I put some cold water in a cup, and sat it on the table. I took the ravioli and pulled the 'open tab' up on it, and poured it on the plate, then I put it in the microwave.
I turned around and got a plastic fork out of my book bag. I went back over to the microwave, only thirty seconds left. I stayed there and waited.
*beep, beep, beep.*
I took it out and put it on the table. I ate it quickly and drank all of my water. I looked around for a trash can, but there wasn't one, so I just left my plate there.
I walked over to my book bag and got a pear of jeans, and a long t-shirt, and headed to the bathroom.
I sat my clothes on the closed toilet seat, considering there wasn't a counter. I turned the faucet on, and let it get warm enough, I then turned the knob to make it come out as a shower, and not to fill the tub up.
I quickly undressed and stepped in.
I used the little bottle of shampoo and washed and rinsed my hair. I then, took some more shampoo and washed my body with it, considering the soap that was in there was used -- yuck!
I turned the faucet off after I was done and stepped out. I took the only towel in there and dried off. When I turned around the mirror was fogged up, with words on it. I leaned in closer and it read:
'Don't go to sleep.'
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