“See you at school?” George asked as he dribbled the ball hand to hand.
“Yep! Remember you still owe me that ice cream!” I laughed,” Gotta head home. We’re going out to eat tonight.” Just as I finished my sentence a car pulled up and a loud honk erupted from the car.
“Benny! We’re ready to go!” I heard my mother shout from the silver Ford Focus. As I turned to meet the boys’ faces, I glanced at Jam’s usual blank expression and it seemed George was trying to hold back laughter.
“It’s Ben, remember that,” I said grimily and then took off running towards the car. I hopped inside and my mom took off, driving what seemed like over the speed limit. I watched as we drove off, George was laughing and Jam elbowed him in the gut. His solemn face met my eyes and he shrugged his shoulders like he was notifying me that all our mothers are embarrassing. I just well, lets say I felt differently about the situation.
We got to this place called “Johnny Taco” and it was a, well, colorful and bright place. The waiters were truly delightful. The women wore skirts with Christmas lights on them and the men wore traditional Mexican wear. It was a Mexican place (if you didn’t get that from the name) so the menu was most intriguing. I’ll be honest, I am not one to want to figure things out so I had a Chili Cheese Burrito, which of course, is a classic.
I brought this delectable dish up to my mouth when my father, Max, notified me of the sauce that was dripping to my pants from the burrito piece. I quickly wiped it up with a napkin and presumed eating. It was delicious! When we left, I told mom we would have to come here again. She agreed.
When we finally arrived home I was exhausted. I think it was the ever lasting plane ride that wore me out. Or maybe playing with the boys. Whatever my reason for being drowsy was, I was still tired and was ready to just plop down on my bed and go straight to sleep.
As interruptions go, I didn’t have the greatest of luck. My dad forced me to take a shower and my mom backed him up by saying the plane was extremely dirty. I din’t exactly argue, though, because the hot shower felt soothing on my back and neck and it released all my pain and worries. After my shower (I had to get out because my mom yelled at me), I slipped on my think, fuzzy pajamas (which if you were wondering, it was a blue t-shirt and brown pants). I told me parents goodnight and I jumped into my bed (which wasn’t near the closet) and pulled my covers over my body.
It was nice and toasty in my bed and I almost forgot that I was in a different, new room with wooly curtains that blocked the sun and poorly painted walls. Well, I almost forgot. When I shut my eyes, I imagined my room with my posters and wonderfully painted walls. The more I dreamed about this wonderful place, the more it became a nightmare. I was in a new room and I could never return to my old hideout whatever I did. It was a restless sleep.
Great, I thought when I woke up, just the way to start out sleeping wise.
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