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Suddenly, the van headed off to the right and off balance I fell over, knocking my head on the window. Dad followed the exit ramp and drove into the first gas station. Rolling my eyes and grumbling, I climbed out of the car stretching my aching limbs. Turning, I waited for my mom and we walked into the store together.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom, Lily?” my mom asked me in a resonant voice. Blushing, I mumbled no and walked in the opposite direction. A cute cashier guy looked at me and smiled, but lost in my own world, I ignored his attention. I headed for the magazines with my head lowered and plowed into someone. I looked up relieved to see that it was Joe until I saw the frown that had darkened his features.
“I’m sorry Joe, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I said, calmly, hoping to smooth over the moment. His features softened, but he didn’t say anything he just turned back to the magazines. I rolled my eyes again and started flipping through a magazine. Smiling at my dad when he came in the door, I noticed his harried look that he always gets when we travel.
On the road once again, I leaned forward to attempt a conversation with my parents.
“So what do you guys think we’ll do once we get there?” I asked.
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