I sat in the car beside Sasha, as we travelled to the next arena. I stared out of the window when I felt a nudge on my shoulder. I looked over at Sasha, who looked out of the window oblivious. I turned away and felt a fist collide with my arm again. I turned around again only to see Sasha grinning over at me. "Was that really necessary?"
"I'm bored," she whined, leaning onto my shoulder. I ran a hand through her purple locks.
"I know, so am I, these journeys are just too long." We were driving through a field of nothing, both of our phone signals disappearing.
"Can we play a game?" She asked me looking up. I nodded back. "Alright, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with g." I couldn't help but giggle.
"Grass." I stated. Sasha sat up giggling at me. "What? There is nothing else beginning with a g."
"Gearstick of course." I tutted in hysterics at her goofy answer.
"I can't believe you," I told her, shaking my head.
"I'm just too smart. Alright, now it is your turn." I looked around, trying to find something.
"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with h."
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