The Jock & I

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*yes I on purpose referenced a Taylor Swift Song for the title of this chapter. I really like that chick.*
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My eyes fluttered open to a still squriming Rocko on my lap.

He hated car rides.

What dog hated car rides?
Did he ever stop squirming?

I glanced out the car window to see huge city streets and glowing billboards signs for all different broadway shows over head. Trees were planted in between the cement blocks of the sidewalk. There was no grass here. No property. Just cobblestone alley's and cracked tar streets, with apartments on every corner and huge factory buildings that weren't doing anything for the environment, but polluting it.

I felt like one of those kids in the movies, entering New York for the first time, glaring out the window and making stupid shocked facial expressions as I glared out the window at the
"Greatest city on earth!"

I turned away from the window to look at my father behind the wheel. His face was visible in the rear veiw mirror, and he looked exhausted.
I kinda felt guilty that I had gotten 7 hours of uninterupted sleep.

I still cannot believe I slept the whole way here.

The sweet sound of Taylor Swift was still blaring in my ears, so I removed my headphones out from my ears and then plugged them out of the headphone jack placing them in the cupholder in front of my seat.

The rocky movement of the car alone was enough to make me heave, but it's a good thing i hardly ate anything but a small quaker oats bar today, although that cannot be healthy. I turned around to look out the back car window to see if mom, Sam, and Seth were still behind us. Behind us was a big black hummer, one of those huge gas guzzlers, but behind the shiny toaster oven looking car I spotted my mom's red Mercedees Benz.

I decided to text Seth and see how his car ride was going with Mrs. Drama Queen.

"Are you ready to throw Sam out the car window yet?"

While sending the text to Seth I burst out into a small jolly laughter, causing my dad's eyes to shoot to mine in the front mirror.

"And she lives!"
My dad shouted, laughing at his sarcastic statement.

A sheepish smile played on my face.

"How was the ride? Any traffic?"
I questioned, nursing Rocko on my lap.

"Bumper to Bumper in New Jersey, but we're finally here!"

My dad exclaimed trying to look satisfied, while struggling to keep his eyes opened.

"How far away is our apartment?"
I asked, feeling my stomach growl by the second, and the noise was embarrassingly loud.

"About 5 minutes! It's right up this block here!"
My dad explained.

A faint dinging noise sounded from my Iphone and I looked down at it's small screen to reveal the text from Seth.

"Check the road behind you!"

I turned around and laughed as I realized, Seth was pretending he had already thrown Sam out the window.
I'll admit, our family had a ways with sarcasm.

I turned my body back to the back seat of the car and scanned the boxes that rattled with every move, just beside my legs.

I can't believe all the junk we had in our house.

My dad turned the car down a cobblestone alley, and finally I caught a glimpse of apartments, that I assumed was the block we would now call home.

A wrought iron orange and vanilla cream colored strip of apartments with victorian styled moldings and black french doors, that had stone staircases that connected them to the pavement were seen on both sides of the car as we drove down the street.
My dad swiftly turned the car into the driveway of apartment number 10.