Crusin' On Vacation

08| I Would Be Long Gone.

I have english exams on Monday help

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Day 5: I Would Be Long Gone.

WE DECIDED WE WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING IRRATIONAL, or stupid. That was my idea, of course. Thomas was known to me for doing a lot of things without thinking. I was glad because of the fact that I had managed to convince Thomas to draw out a plan with me.

Even though Thomas protested constantly, I could see that he knew why I had finally spoke up and forced him to do this. I knew he could tell that I didn't really think before coming on this ship. It was becoming quite obvious, even for me.

I picked the map that Marcus had given me earlier today during breakfast from Thomas's bed. I studied it, carefully. I admitted I had no idea how to actually read a map, but I would try. But that was if Thomas didn't know how to read a map. He seemed to be good at everything; including getting us in trouble.

We had come to a conclusion that stated we would only act when it was time for an event. A hectic one, to be exact. Marcus had told us that the last five days would be packed with activities. I didn't know if that would help with the situation with my parents, but it sure would help for our next activity.

"So," I finally spoke. "Do you by any chance know how to read a map?" I asked, hopeful. Thomas sighed, putting down his laptop. I turned the map around. Okay, yeah, this was it.

"No, I do not, and I can tell by the look on your face that you don't either." Well, there was one thing he couldn't do right. I sighed.

"You're right, I can't, and if I'm in charge of the map, then we are bound to get lost again. That's really something I don't want." I told him, cringing at the memory of yesterday's events.

"Well, I can't read the map, so you're going to have to at least try," he tried to compromise, "seriously, this time. I'm not even being bratty about it." So he did know he was bratty at times.

"Hold up, why can't you handle the map? Why me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. It was like he wanted us to get lost to the point of no return.

"Because I'm the hot tech wizard and expert swimmer," he said in a 'duh' tone. "You're the one with chicken arms and poor cognitive ability."

"Says the one who couldn't solve a simple riddle," I muttered under my breath. If Thomas heard what I said, he didn't show it because he went back to whatever he was doing on his laptop.

I threw myself back onto my bed—his bed, rather—letting out a frustrated grunt in the process. I held the map up above my face to try and figure it out. Now I really wished I payed attention to my father when he taught me this. Or at least tried to.

Note to self: Pay attention whenever your father teaches you something. It might end up being useful.

I couldn't say the same thing for my mother, though. She was like me, average when it came to brain work. She got irritated easily, except I was sure I handled it a lot better than she could. And she never listened to my father. She was that strong-willed mother. A part of me just knew I was going to end up like that in the future.

My parents.

They were so different. Worlds apart. But yet, they were similar in some ways. How they fell in love, I had no idea. I mean, my father could have fun if he wanted to, but he was also a little bit of a workaholic. My mother was more free, and didn't really care about anything.