Are you tired of my stories yet? This story i started awhile back. Im really actually proud of it, and i actually WANT to finish it. The other's i've written i've gotten bored of. Im not so sure whats different about this one. Anyways, I decided to post this just to see what everyone else thinks..

The rain hit the car windows hard. I stared blankly out of the back window waiting for another lighting bolt to suddenly strike. We had been on the road for at least 10 hours, driving until we couldn’t drive anymore. That’s how far we would go, until we have reached the end. In other words, to Canada. I’m really not even sure why we were going there. We have no family there, nothing. Dad says we are getting away from ‘previous mishaps’. Yet we had no mishaps. Really we were the perfect family besides the thought that sometimes, not all the time dad drank himself away. Another million hours seemed to pass. I put my head down on the shoulder of my older brother, Chris. “It’s going to be okay, Kaci. You know that don’t you? We are gonna be fine. Promise. Even if we go no where, me and you will make the best of it..” I smiled and nodded. He laid his head on top of mine and sighed. “I miss Isabell.” he groaned. “I know.. It must have been hard, I know you loved her.” Isabell was my brother’s long time girlfriend, I swore they would marry. I just knew they would, and then this happened. My drunken father and too worried to care mother were shipping us away to Canada. “And I miss Sam.” I replied. “I know you do. But just think of this, im sure you’ll meet another great guy in Canada.” “And im sure you’ll meet another great girl in Canada.” I said half serious. “Yeah. But I don’t want to.” He said, “Me either” I told him. Mom was sleeping, while Cameron my little brother was rummaging around in his backpack filled with games and cards, and Dad had two hands on the wheel and had his eyes glued to the road. I sighed and closed my eyes. I woke to a sudden jolt of the car. “AW, COME ON!” dad yelled out. . I rubbed my eyes and looked around. It was pitch black outside, and the night had seemed to creep up slowly and silently on me while I was asleep. Mom also awoke, “What is it, Jack?” she said worried. “This guy, he stopped dead in front of me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. You would think coming from Miami a big city, dad would learn traffic wouldn't get any better going to another big city. I had the sudden urge to check if Sam called me. I unzipped my purse and opened my phone. No call’s from him. Again I sighed this time loudly, because Chris saw what I was doing and told me “Forget him.” I laughed and so did he. It was one of those uncomfortable laughs that makes your stomach turn. “Yeah..” I said impatiently. “KaaaaaaaaCee.” Cameron said. “Yes, Cam.” “I looove you.” “Aw thanks, cam. I love you too,” “At least someone does,” I added. I looked out the window, trying to find something familiar. I didn’t. I didn’t even know where we were. Just as I thought that dad pulled off at a rest stop.

(I have PLENTY more! )