Ava's Point of view
It was hard to say goodbye to my friends, but I knew I needed to get home. The first day we drove for several hours, and while driving on the highway, I had to tell Drew to pull over.
When he pulled over, I opened the door and began to vomit everywhere. When I was done, he handed me a bottle of water, and I rinsed out my mouth. Drew was concerned, but I assured him I was coming down from the stress of everything.
After driving for another half an hour, he had to pull over again, and of course, I was sick. After the second time, I fell asleep, and he woke me up when we were going through a drive-thru. He had asked what I wanted, and I told him a burger and fries with a coke, no ice. We didn't even make it out of the parking lot when I started vomiting again. The sme
