Emily's P.O.V.
"Emily, we have to go, we're going to be late, " My father says, opening the driver's door.
I still feel uneasy about this. How did I end up here? One minute I feel fine and I'm talking the next I just felt weak and sick, disoriented. I guess the only way to get answers is to play along.
Shrugging off the uneasy feeling that churns deep in the pit of my stomach. I open my passenger door and slide onto the brown leather seat.
"Where are we going?" I ask, prompting a very confused look from my dad.
"What do you mean where are we going? This whole trip was your idea" he laughs looking at me and back at the road.
"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to see if you remembered." I smile back.
'Well that didn't work.' I think to myself starting out the tinted car window.
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