𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 †𝙻 𝙾 𝚅 𝙴†

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It was roughly 5 in the morning and i was getting ready to go on a trip in my moms small ass car to indiana. Im tired
B u t plans have changed and im going on a 11 hour car ride.

C o o l i o

I dont really have a issue with long car rides its just that mikey does. He just does it to be an asshole cuz hes mikey,

Mikey the asshole.

He makes car rides feel like being constantly hit in the head with a frying pan but its not hard enough to knock you out but enough for whiplash.

I had been tryna find some clothes but it was the end of the fucking week and all of my clothes were in the corner of my bedroom on the floor. So ill have to go with my 2nd pair of dirty ass jeans that have a little bit of blood on knee. Along with my red, green and yellow ty dye shirt with a hole in the shoulder. I also grabbed a wind breaker cuz it was raining,

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heccineedtodoluandry.

I grabbed my phone and a pencil to shove it in my coat pocket. Eventually i made my way out of my bedroom door, to go back in remembering that i hadn't brushed my hair for a while and i know, yes its 4 am and sure no one else cares right now but i do. I remembered that it had fell behind my mirror and i just hadn't gotten in back yet out of laziness. So shoving the mirror to the side there appeared
N o t h i n g.

Just a wall, no brush.

its under my bed inst it.

Its not that it accrued to me my hairbrush is under my bed or anything, its simply that whenever i cant find something its under the bed. a l w a y s.

So after a internal battle with myself tryna figure out if i should even try getting on the floor and searching for the hairbrush, or if should simply

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So moved on to mikeys room and grabbed his hair brush. violently pulling the brush through my hair while mikey screamed at me to stop touching his shit. He snatched the brush from outta my hand and stomped his whiney ass downstairs. I looked at myself in mikey mirror and gave a sad attempt at a optimistic smile, laughed and tripped a little while walking out the door.

I made my way down stairs and sat on the stool waiting to go. Mikey was shoving food down his throat before we go. God knows what my mothers doin.

"GOD DAMn-" mikey was yelling about something. but knowing that my mom hated those two words, so she probably smacked him on the mouth. She followed with a 'watch your mouth' and mikey dragged his feet to the living room.

...

Everything feels so surreal. Its sundown and i just woke up. Its almost like hallucinating. Everything was in such a rush. And then we ran over a speed bump and i fell forwards. Then it felt normal. Just fine. But it all still felt like a dream. Well actually it almost feels like its always been this way. Ive just never seen it. I wasnt even high. Matter a fact it had been hot minute since ive had a joint.

Non of this matters because were at a hospital parking lot. My stomach flipped and i realized what was happening. i started to kinda panic and i looked around and i saw my mom with a calm smile on her face trying to find a parking spot. It made me wanna smile and i looked out the window.

☄Then the car stopped☄

... note: too much filler

Oh boy.

Oh man.

What a sight.

After a 3 h o u r long process of waiting in the waiting room of a hospital drinking 3 cups of coffee,

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My heart skipped a beat with excitement. My mom was muttering something to him and he looked down. I poked mikey in the arm and he fell over to the other side a bit but woke up. It took him a second to process what was happening, but when my mom gestured to come outside he figured out what was goin on.
... note: i dont think anyone like how that went lmaoooo

We were all in the car heading to a nearby motel. We were all tired and wanted to sleep. We saw a motel 6 on the way so we figured we would find it eventually. Frank was quiet the entire car ride and mikey was asleep. My mom was too focused on trying to stay awake and driving to make conversation. And after half an hour we were there. My mom lazily parked the car and we all made our way to the main building. At first there wasnt anyone at the desk but then came out a middle aged woman from around the corner. Quite frankly she was attractive and well put. Im not sure what i was expecting but it just wasnt her i guess.

"Can we have a room for the night?" My mom asked the lady who had slipped herself behind the desk.

"Of course 20$, your room is a13 and reaturn the key by 1:00 pm tomorrow." The lady almost sounded like she was singing the words, her words just carried together, obviously rehearsed. She handed my mom 2 keys from the key rack and gave a kind smile.

We made our way back outside to look for our room the levels were marked a,b,c ect. We figured we were on the bottom floor so we looked for room 13. After a while we finally found the room.

I felt like crying i was so tired. Mikey was swaying and frank looked like a nervous wreck. It threw me off and i didnt really feel tired anymore. I was more concerned. He hasnt said a word the e n t i r e time.

We made our way inside and mikey nearly collapsed on the couch. My mom was talking to frank and asking him stuff. He sat down on one of the two beds and put few pill bottles on the nightstand.

... t o o
m u c h filer lolol