Well, this is a new story. Let me know what you all think?
I don't own YYH. Hotel California is done by the Eagles.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air,
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light,
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had to stop for the night.
The screen door slammed after Sara as she walked into her house. Sara winced. She hadn't meant for it to slam. She glanced around, and was relieved to see her father was still asleep in his recliner. He was always in a foul mood if woken up from his nap.
Sara slipped off her worn sneakers and went into the kitchen. She opened and closed cupboards searching for something to eat. All she could find was a jar of peanut butter and a slice of bread.
"I thought dad was supposed to go grocery shopping," she muttered. "Guess he forgot. Either that or he found something better to do."
Sara fixed herself a peanut butter sandwich and ate it in the kitchen. By the time she finished she could hear the noises of her father moving around in the living room. Sara walked in their and saw him standing up.
"Hey, Dad, didn't you go grocery shopping today?"
Her father, Jim, blinked blurry eyes and looked at her. "Nah, not today. My show was haven' a special all day marathon."
"And I suppose that's much more important than us getting to eat," Sara said sarcastically.
Jim shrugged as he walked over to the fridge. "I ate. You can find somethin' for yourself. You're a big girl."
"Right," Sara said rolling her eyes.
Jim smacked the back of Sara's head causing her to lurch forward. "How many times I tell you not to roll your eyes at me?"
"Sorry Dad," she said rubbing the back of her head where he'd hit her. Without waiting for him to say anything else, Sara dashed off to her room and shut the door. She was so sick of this. Living in this rundown little shack with a deadbeat father got old fast.
"I just want to get out of here," Sara said. "At least for a little while."
She flopped down on her bed, and began to think. Really, she could get out of here if she wanted to. She knew where her dad kept the spare cash and his car keys. Granted, she probably wouldn't manage to get away for long if she stole her dad's car, but Sara didn't plan for this to be a permanent thing. She would come home. She just wanted a vacation.
Sara grinned as her plan took shape in her mind. This could be fun.
She waited until her dad fell back asleep, which only took about an hour. While she waited she packed a duffel bag full of clothes and other things she would need for her trip.
When Sara could hear her dad's snores, she crept out of her room and into his. She found the old coffee can beneath his bed and opened it to reveal several hundred dollars in cash. Sara grinned as she took it all out. Her dad was going to be furious, but Sara found that she didn't care.
Sara went into the living room and picked up the keys off the table. "Bye Dad," she whispered.
Sara drove her car at twenty miles and hour. On this deserted back road, one would normally drive faster, but it was storming so bad that Sara had been reduced to this speed.
Sara peered out of the windshield. She could see only about ten to fifteen feet ahead of her, and she didn't want to wreck.
"This has to be the worst day for me to do this," Sara said. "Why couldn't I wait just one more day?"
A shaft of lightning rent the sky, and in the momentary illumination, Sara could see some kind of building ahead.
"There's no way I can keep driving in this," Sara said. "Maybe I can stop there for the night. Or at least until this storm passes."
Sara kept going forward slowly, guided by the lightning. A few minutes later she could see a parking lot, and her headlights caught a sign. The words were blurred by the rain, but Sara could just barely make out the writing. Hotel California. Kind of a cheesy name.
Cheesy name or not, this was the only place to stop right now, so Sara turned into the drive. There were a coupe other cars in the parking lot, and Sara parked in a space as close to the door as she could get.
With her headlights pointed at the building, Sara could see it was pretty old. It reminded here of an ancient mansion turned hotel. The front door was huge, and the walls had vines creeping up to the tiled roof. The windows were dark, and Sara worried there might not be anyone there for a minute.
"Of course someone's there," she scoffed. "There are cars here after all. Wish I could wait for the rain to let up some, but I don't suppose it will."
Sara slipped her duffel bag over her shoulder, and dashed out into the rain. She was instantly drenched. Sara ran to the front door and tried the handle. Much to her relief, it was unlocked. Sara opened the door and stepped inside.
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