Carsick: having nausea or feeling dizzy when riding in a car, train or bus


Cruising through the streets of my neighbourhood, my cab driver attempted to make small talk.

"So what's your name? Mine's Josh by the way," he says while glancing at me and nearly running a red light.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I scream; my stomach lurching. Flashbacks of the headline are already coming back. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep them out.

The car swerves as he rights it and I grab ahold of the dashboard and look at him wildly.

"How old are you anyways? Did you even pass you test at the DMV? I ask. He looks at me sheepishly.

"I'm seventeen, and actually I barely passed my driver's ed test. They only let me get my license because my dad bribed them." He looked back to the road.

Gripping the dashboard tighter I yell, "Well you're not supposed to tell me that!" The car slowed and finally came to a stop as I looked up and saw the red of a stop sign.

The cabbie- Josh- looked at me, "Hey, you look a little green are you oka- hey there's no need to cry," he said, surprised and not knowing what to do.

People were now honking and blasting on their horns, so Josh eased the car over to the side of the road. I was now full out crying. Way to embarrass yourself Cammie. Chip was licking the side of my cheek, trying to calm me down.

I don't know why, but I feel as if I've known Josh for my whole messed up life. So I find myself sitting here, on the side of Mabry Street in a bright yellow cab telling my sob story to an almost complete stranger.

"…And every time I think about it I get sick and…" I start crying again, tears staining my face. Josh has kept quiet this whole time, never saying sorry, never interrupting. Maybe that's what I like about him. Or maybe the fact that right now he's shyly wrapping his arms around me in a big warm hug.

And this can't be weird right? I mean he's only a year older than me but I can count him as my friend. So this is me, crying into his chest and ruining his shirt- that smells very good might I add- and he is my first friend. My only friend.

But then I remember while this little getup is fun and all, Josh is supposed to be driving me to the airport. Oh crap.

"Hey Josh we should probably get going," I say as I clean up the few remaining tears on my face and neck.

Letting go of me, he replies somewhat… sadly? "Yeah, we should."


We arrive at the airport in record time and go through all the regulations. Josh decided that he wanted to come with me, I guess to carry my luggage. Though I was perfectly capable of carrying it myself.

I give them my tickets and put my luggage on the security rack and then step up into the line to go through security myself. Then Josh tells me that he has another person to pick up.

He gives me a big hug and a peck on the cheek and says,

"I really hope I'll see you again Cammie," and before I could reply, he walks away.

"Josh wait!" But he's gone. And my flight is getting ready to leave. With a sigh I walk through the security and the big two hundred and fifty pound men check me for weapons. As if.

Since Chip has to go on another plane since he is a "muddy pawed mutt", (that's not what they said, but that's what they were thinking) I walk over to my flights gate by myself and get ready to leave everything behind.


Something's shaking. The first that comes to my mind- earthquake. With a start, I wake up and gaze into the curious face of a flight attendant. She was just waking me up. She smiles gently.

"Miss, the plane has landed. We are in New York." She murmurs. I nod sleepily and hobble up to grab my carry-on bag. I walk down the aisle and down the steep steps of the plane.

One hundred yards away from me, in all her beauty, is the beloved face of my Aunt Abby.


So how was it? I bet you didnt expect Josh to be the cab driver ;) Im working on chapter 4 rightttt now so it will be up tonight prolly :) could you review for me? :D