Someone hit me on the head.
As a result, I abruptly shot up, ready to attack whoever had hit me on the head. Unluckily however, I'd hit it again on the roof the car, and now I laid back in my seat, hands touching my head as the world swirled around me.
“My bad,” I heard the guy say, then he touched my forehead. “I didn't think you'd be surprised.”
“If I weren't,” I muttered, now opening my gray eyes to look at him. “I would have slapped you already and we'd be out there fighting, again.”
Benjamin Stanford chuckled, resting on his seat again. He was beside my dad who was driving, driving to the beach everyone inside the car pestered him to go to. The music was soft, and I realized a moment why.
Everyone was asleep, their heads sideways as they oozed into Neverland. My best friend's blo
