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I Ask For The Millionth Time

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"Are we there yet?" I ask for the millionth time. "Why do you insist on asking!" Dad says, his voice growing with irritation. "Because I 'm hoping you 'll tell me something different, like we 're lost. That way I don 't get stuck in hell." I quietly whisper to myself as I watch trees zoom by from the front passengers seat in Dads pickup truck. "What was that?" I exhale deeply. "Nothing." "Can you turn on radio?" I ask. Dad reaches out for the power button but accidentally swerves the car in the process. He gives out a nervous chuckle and places both hands on the wheel. "You better do it." I do what he says and start skipping through stations. I was just about to skip a news report when Dad stops me. Great, now I 've got to listen to some boring news cast for the rest of the ride. "....well Margaret, it looks like heavy winds will be coming from the east. And in other news Obama has declared..." I look over at Dad as he listens attentively. I groan and shift myself towards the window, resting my head against the glass. Maybe Aunt Clarisse 's place won 't be so bad. *** "Wake up." I hear from overhead. I squeeze my eyes tight and try to shake off the hand clasped on shoulder. "Leave me alone." I mumble as I roll to my side, hitting my head against the window. I open my eyes and rub my forehead. "Ow, what the heck?" I turn around to find Dad facing

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