I let my eyes go back into focus, the remains of my dream quickly fading from my memory. For a few seconds everything seemed better than it was, just my hazy grey wall and the sound of the birds chirping outside my window, and then your mind wanders off and remembers everything, the itching feeling of wanting to leave this small city returning to my veins.
I pushed my comfy duvet off of my legs as I sat up in my bed. Rubbing my eyes I lifted up my phone and quickly read the notifications scattered across the screen, mostly texts from Eva written out of doubt. I replied to one earlier this morning before I accidentally fell back to sleep, feeling a bit hypocritical, as I was also trying to ignore the uncomfortable bubbling feeling of my conscience trying to change my mind. I groaned as the two parts of my brain continued to argue, but I still made it out of bed and into my slippers.
I tugged the hair elastic from my hair and watched my long brown hair fall past my shoulders in the mirror before brushing it out with my blue hairbrush. I quickly scooped up my clothes I had laid out the night before on my desk, preparing for the day ahead. I kicked off my mismatched pajamas, and replaced them with crewneck sweater and a pair of cuffed jeans.
Did I overpack? I thought when I slipped my slightly oversized brown backpack on my shoulders, the straps almost uncomfortably pulling on my back.
"Okay, okay, are we really doing this? Shit, we're really doing this." I whisper to myself, my chest rising and falling as I took a breath full of realization.
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Potholes
General FictionNothing ever seems to happen in Holland, Michigan. The same applies to teenagers Eva, Parker, and Rowan. In search of adventure, they journey across the country in Parker's parents' super classy minivan, but not with out some bumps along the way. Fr...
