"Are we there yet?" I chirped.
"No."
"Caleb, are we there yet?"
"I don't think so," Caleb's sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "considering the fact it's only been 5 minutes since you last asked.”
"Oh okay."
Caleb Hawthorne was clearly agitated and I was enjoying it. I had to get back at him for scaring me with earthworms much earlier.
It's been more than two hours since lunch—I think, and we didn't stop to rest. The weather had become much windier than it was 2 hours ago. My eyes zoomed in on every dried leaf and crushed them beneath my Nike's. I laughed internally as they gave me temporary amusement while we trailed the path to hell.
"Are we there yet?" I asked in a sing song-y voice. Caleb, who's veins were already protruding, visible from his arms and neck (yum) and he t
