Super Lost

'Where we were - Where we are'

(Hello! I understand that you may find that the beginning is a slow build, however the chapters will speed up as you read. You may also notice certain vocabulary rises throughout chapters, if anything sounds off just let me know and I'll explain or reconstruct the phrase. Thank you again for giving this book a chance, I can't wait to hear your reviews. please share, like,  and comment. Happy reading!)

Four and a half hours to get from Miami to hell. Four and a half hours on a pothole covered serpent of a road. The interstates here were like snakes breeding in a swamp, the ends and beginnings never seen easily at first glance. If it weren't for the music blasting through beaten headphones insanity would have taken over by now. Fortunately, the view wasn't too harsh, instead of miles of buildings all that appeared from the view of the interstate were trees among trees. Billboards tossed around every few miles along with other street signs indicating rest stops and other side attractions. It's a blessing Catalina isn't stopping every hour since I told her I didn't care if she smoked in the car.

Los Lobos was able to sneak past the headphones too often not only adding to my aggravations of this whole situation but grabbing the attention of passing drivers. I huff and remove my head from the supporting window to look at the clock in the car, we should be there soon. Looking back towards the window I take in my new surroundings, mapping out the town. Buildings plastered with MORRELL like a cheap tramp stamp for businesses.

"Looks like Dad's already made his appearance known." I know she hates when I mumble but it couldn't be helped, I wasn't exactly invested in conversation, just needed to release some tension. It would have been one thing if she just let me drive so I didn't have to focus on everything. I wouldn't even have played my 'devil music' she hates so much. Though she knows I must have said something due to her turning down the radio, indicating her attention towards me. Giving up on Guns and Roses I remove my headphones and glance over towards her who is still mouthing the words to the fast playing Spanish song that quietly played through the speakers while awaiting my response.

"there's a lot more people at the beaches." I lightly groaned out, not repeating what I previously said. We were getting closer to the coast I noticed while sulking at the passing by tourists and locals who were all splashing in the mucky looking water or loitering in the sand, soaking up as much blistering sun as they could. This was nothing like Miami. There were no cool animals anywhere, just seagulls and pelicans, well pelicans are a little cool. Not as cool as the brightly colored roosters and iguanas covering all the roads and sidewalks, draping themselves on boats and pool sides. There were a lot more families and less young couples, the buildings looked as if they were never cleaned whereas back home the hotels and stores were cleaned monthly. Too different, to dull. The only vivid colors were the oddly dressed locals and the natural glow of green palm trees.

"Oh, it's busy anywhere you go..." Her shoulders do a semi shrug as she continued to drive. She was so focused on the road suddenly, I suppose conversation was not the best idea while still on a busy street, she wasn't the best driver in the world. But at least she never had any road rage unlike the previous housekeeper. "Besides, last weekend before school starts? Everyone wants to go to the beach!" She gave out a lighthearted laugh to add her usual bubbly charm into those words.

I shook my head while grabbing fistful of my hair to pull, some of my worst habits says Cat. I can't think about school right now. Tomorrow is my birthday after all, big 17! Dad even said he'd meet up with us later at some point which will kind of be nice to have someone other than a goodie good to drive around with. Not to mention I'm being dumped into a random city I've never been to and I don't know a single person here. Good thing Jess helped me stock up for a while with at least a misdemeanor in my backpack, what else are best friends for?