We Stop At A Wide Freeway

"We 've told you before, waitress yells in my ear. You have to leave. You can 't ask for money here,".

“It was dirty that’s for sure. The rats ate at your toes and the smell was horrible.”

“Pool table non-fuctiononal. Basement seemed like it needed to be cleaned and therefore was not an ideal place to sleep.”

“The driver thought you might need a place to sleep tonight, so he wants you to spend the night at the Hilton, over in Greentown.”

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

"What do you do?'' He moves back in his seat, eyes narrowing, ''are you a drug dealer?''

A few minutes later we are put into our living quarters. Crowded, cold and disease ridden are all terms to describe these "living quarters". For once, I have some good luck by having George's living area close to mine. I take a quick look around the area I will have to call home for now. There is not much just a bed, a stove and a pit toilet, not the most sanitary of places to live.

“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he said slyly. You giggled and didn''t press the situation any more. The rest of the ride was filled with small talk and occasional sing-along with the radio. Soon, you arrived at a new fancy resturant called "Le Reve." Your eyes widened.

“You bitches need to learn your places. You do not order a brute around and get away with it!”

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

“What, you got a problem with how things are run here? Then leave. Otherwise get outta my face.”

“My bed better not smell like dog or have fleas when you’re done lying there,” I said.

"We need to go back to the office." Alysha commanded as we all broke to find our cars. I took the lead this time, signaling out of the parking lot and onto the road. My mind went more miles per hour than my car was. I tried to predict what could be going on.

“I 've seen places selling these at 100! You are just ripping me off to get more money and you know it!” the man yelled, alcohol still prominent on his breath. Although larger in size, he seems to be waved off by the merchant.