Chapter 34

  Okay… Maybe E.J. was right. Maybe he should be the one drinking lots of coffee, because I am struggling my ass off to stay awake on this bus and the scenery isn’t nearly what I thought it would be. I hate flying, but all of a sudden I am thinking that maybe I should have opted for a plane ticket, rather than a thirteen hour drive all the way to New York, and who knows how slow this bus is actually going and how many stops it will eventually make. We have only been on it for two hours and I am moody and tired, and they have stopped twice already, wasting a massive half an hour of the trip.

  “You’ve barely spoken to me since we got onto the bus,” I hear E.J. complain.

  That’s not entirely true, but he has been probing quite a bit and I have been trying my best to avoid any questions that could be too serious. Like why the fuck we are actually on this trip to nowhere.

  I sigh.