The Boy In The Spotlight

Chapter 3

Hours passed of doing the same thing, except the songs had gotten changed frequently. We finally stopped at a hotel at 11 pm, though we were still about one province away from the border of Canada. The hotel had free wifi, so I checked my social media and sent a couple of messages to my friends, even though I knew that it was about 3 am for them.

While we were in the hotel room everyone was quiet. If we needed to say something then we would speak in whispers to make sure that we don't wake up other people.

Normally when someone tells me that it's time to go to bed, I actually do, but not this time. I layed awake for a long time, listening to the crickets outside, people passing the door, I could hear my own heartbeat, and I listened to everyone elses uneven breathing. I could hear each thought running through my brain, I could also hear a clock which was in the same room as me but it sounded much more distant. almost as though the noise was coming through a long-distance tunnel.

I thought about the school that I was going to end up in, and the people that would be in it. I also thought about how insane and difficult every g will become once they figure out who I am. I never used to like it when I was ignored, but now I don't like to be noticed.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but at some point during the night I did. The next morning we backed back up and set off again. after half an hour of silence, I was growing increasingly sad, I've never missed a house as much as the last and it was annoying. we drove until 10 pm and then we found another hotel to stay the night in. The next morning we were driving again, even closer to the border of Canada than before.

"I have to go to the bathwoom!" Nicole said very loudly into my ear. I rolled my eyes and thought about telling her to go tell someone who cared, but I decided to be the nice brother that I am.

I leaned forward and pung my mom's shoulder to get her attention.

"Nickie has to go to the bathroom... again," I told her, trying to ignore the amount of times that my voice cracked and went high pitched. I watched the mirror and saw my mom sigh and put on her signal to get off the highway at New York City.

We stopped at a gas station and my mom asked if I could go inside with Nicole. I tried to get Cecil to come with me but he was literally glued to his phone. As I walked with Nicole through the store I tried to take her hand so that I knew exactly where she was, but she bounded off towards the chocolate bar aisle before I could. I stopped and rubbed my forehead, something about this area was giving me a headache.