There was nothing that could beat this feeling inside
There was nothing that could beat this feeling inside. The way the wind rushed through my hair. As I pulled my head in the window, I laid my head back and made patterns on the roof. I got bored easily and this trip although fun, quite bored me.
As the scenery passed by like a blurred picture, I could hear my brothers yelling at me.
"Get your head in the window." Kevin yelled at me "you'll get sick"
He was always worrying, sometimes we try to make him laugh but it just doesn't work