Shiver

Chapter 5

Sylvia's POV
I wake up, and feel like vomiting. I've already been to three different places, and so far, no luck.
I've been to Arizona, which was disgusting by the way. It was so gross and hot, and really really ugly. There was nothing there and I didn't enjoy it in the slightest.
I've also been to California, which was actually very fun. I went to the beach about a gazillion times, and it was amazing. The beach is so beautiful and calming. I went to some beach called Seal Beach.
There was this beautiful dock, the water was so blue, and it was maybe seventy degrees. It was beautiful.
There was also a wedding going on. The bride was in pink which was odd, but she looked really pretty. There also seemed to be four children in the newly created family. The oldest, a blonde haired girl who obviously belonged to the groom (the bride was really short) didn't look happy. I didn't know why. The wedding was beautiful and it was cold, which is always a plus. Maybe she didn't like the beach or something. I don't know how, the beach is awesome.
Any who, the wedding made me sad. Here were two people who had found who made them warm, and they were getting married. They would be together for the rest of their lives, and it made me really sad.
That was what I wanted. So badly. To find one person for the rest of my life. To be happy and warm. And that's what this entire trip was about. Finding my soulmate.
Before I get anymore sentimental and weird on you, let me tell you about the last place I visited. I went to Nevada. It was also very hot and miserable. That is pretty much all I could think about the entire time I was there. I also went to some casinos in Las Vegas, but it was pretty hot no matter where you went. It was awful.
Now I'm in Oregon, and again, I feel like vomiting. I don't know what I ate to make me feel like crap, but I feel awful. I lay back in bed, close my eyes, and go back to sleep.

*time skip brought to you by sleep*

When I wake up, I actually do vomit. I guess I'm staying in Oregon for a little while. I'm definitely not getting on a plane when I'm sick.
I order some room service, and put on some tv. After eating, I go back to bed, hoping to get rid of whatever I have as quick as possible.
I sleep for almost sixteen hours, eat again, and then go back to sleep. Then I wake up. Then I eat. Then I go to sleep. Then I wake up. And then I eat. And then, well, I'm pretty sure you know what I did next.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I just don't have any ideas on what to write. If you want to see anything specific, please feel free to comment, and whenever I write next I'll try and make it a really long chapter! Remember to vote! Bye for now.