As my grandmother gets older and older, our visits are more and more frequent. Every year we take the 15 hour drive to Montana to see her. It's only 15 hours when it's just my dad and I. My mom stops every thirty minutes and likes to look at all the little things at the gas stations. Sometimes, I shake off the monotony of it by playing the "Let's Look for Hank" game. This means that I assume that Hank is in every gas station/ food-selling establishment we stop at. It really does make Montana more interesting. ;P This year, I couldn't get anyone to take me to a library. Naturally, I grabbed Paper Towns to read on the way.
We rented a van so we could have some room to stretch out and I was given the back row. I don't know what it is with these people who design the vans... they must really like compartments. We were constantly finding new ones. There were six in the back row. I stuffed Paper Towns in one on the side where the armrest would be. The top wouldn't close all the way so I just left it and sat on the other side of the car. Hours later I looked over and it's just John's face.... staring at me.... peeking out of the compartment. I found this really funny and slightly creepy. Then, every few minutes I found myself looking over at the back of the book.
I see you.
*blink* *blink* I looked out the window at the pavement passing bye.
he. he. he.
Deep breaths, Kaylen, deep breaths.
I don't have any internal organs but I know, I like to watch.
What? Maureen? What are you doing in this commentary?!
Anyways, just the way the book was placed and the way the compartment closed around it was just too creepy. When I turned the book around it was Margo who was doing the creeping. I had to put it under the seat.
These things happen on 20 hour drives.
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