Take Me Away |Jack Gilinsky|

Five

Dust

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May 24, 2014
1:37 PM

Tristen woke up with a party going on in her head, and Kelsey throwing up in the bathroom didn't help at all. She tried going back to sleep, but every time she would close her eyes and get comfortable, Kelsey would throw up again.
Fucking hell, she thought. Can I not sleep?!
Reluctantly, she got up and walked downstairs. Thank God her mom wasn't home, otherwise she would be in deep shit. She quickly found the Tylenol in the medicine cabinet and took four of them, one right after the other. This migraine was killer. And it definitely did feel like it was going to kill her.
Kelsey came down the stairs and snatched the Tylenol bottle off the counter.
"Fucking hell," she groaned. "I'm going to die. I'm dying. I'm already dead. Bury me."
"Stop yelling, I have a migraine," Tristen whispered.
"I'm never drinking again," Kesley added, putting the lid back on the Tylenol bottle and placing it back in the cabinet. "Alcohol is bad for you."
"Yeah, well, my mom says that alcohol is the enemy," Tristen said with her head on the table. She looked up, wincing at the light. "But the Bible says to love your enemy, sooo..."
Kesley nodded. "Retweet that."
Tristen softly laughed before taking a deep breath. "Hey, let's leave this town and go to Tybee Island."
"Are you serious? We can't just leave town and not tell anyone."
"Actually, we can. And I will, no matter if you're going or not. My mom already has a house rented for me over there, might as well leave now and make my graduation trip longer."
Kelsey thought about this for a minute. It could be good, it could be bad.
"Eh, why not. There's nothing stopping us."
Tristen smiled softly. "That's my girl. We'll leave tonight."
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8:35 PM
The tires of Tristen's Jeep hummed on the interstate as the two party girls of Jackson High left the only town they've ever known. They were apprehensive about leaving, as anyone would be, yet they knew that adventure would never come if they didn't go out and seize the opportunity. Their bags were packed with everything they knew they'd need for the trip: clothes, toiletries, shoes, electronics, money, food.
Hour by hour, exit by exit, song by song, they got closer to their Southeast Georgia destination. Excited, yes. Nervous, yes. But the thrill of doing something so spontaneous overshadowed it all.

1:21 AM
Four hours and forty-six minutes later they arrived in the small coastal town of Tybee Island. It looked like a ghost town compared to Atlanta at night; all the shops and restaurants were closed, and the only lights were porch lights that had been accidentally left on.
The house that was rented for them was a cute little house, two stories with a wraparound porch that had a screen surrounding the front half. The house was white with sea foam green shutters and weathered stairs leading to the second story balcony from the porch. It sat directly on the beach, with a balcony area on the roof.
Exhausted, the girls got out of the car and locked it, then slowly made their way up the steps and got the key out of the fake plant by the door. They fell asleep on the couches the minute their heads hit the cushions, dreaming only about the adventures that awaited them at Tybee.

sotc - Dust // Eli Young Band