Chapter 2: The Trip

Kara POV

We pulled out of the driveway. We are both in tears. But I know it's going to be an adventure. We stopped at the local pit stop.

" Go pay $30 in gas to top off the tank," Mother says.

" OK I'll be back." I stated.

I went inside and asked the attendant to put $30 on pump 2. I then looked around the store for a snack and a drink. I got myself a Pepsi and some doritos. Then I also grab my mother a coke and the peanuts she likes. As I was walking out of the gas station, I ran into my old teacher, Mr. Miles.

" I heard you are moving," he stated.

" Yes we are," I stated.

It's not like he really cared. While I was in high school, he kissed me one time after school. I was uncomfortable about it at first, then I realized I liked it. After that, he was always finding a reason to keep me after school. We started having an affair. But it ended two weeks after it started. I was in shock. His wife had found out about it. She had threatened to call the police on him for having sex with a minor.

At the time, I was only 17. So, in a way, yes it was illegal, but I was encouraging his behavior.

"I'm sorry you are moving," he stated.

" Thank you, I hope you have a nice life." I responded to him.

I then walked out to the car. My mother had already filled up the car and was waiting for me.

" Wasn't that the teacher that got in trouble for having sex with his students?" she asked.

" Yeah probably." I responded.

The fact was true. He had gotten caught with one of the cheerleaders. She swore that they weren't doing anything, and he backed up her story. But I knew differently. The next day at school, the principal called several girls, myself included, into the office asking us questions. I denied it, of course.

At that point, I just wanted to graduate. I wanted to move on with my life. I had a boyfriend at the time as well. I didn't want to ruin that either. But my mother ruined that relationship for me.

We're headed to Boston now. This was going to be a long trip. The moving truck probably was way ahead of us. Mother put one of her radio stations on. I made sure before we left that I had plugged my charging cord into the cigarette lighter. I turned on Pandora on my phone and plugged in my headphones. I did not want to listen to her music.

We have way different tastes in music. Let's face it, we had different tastes for a lot of things. I liked tight shirts and leggings. Of course, I only weighed about 110 pounds. Had black hair with blue eyes. I'm about 5 feet and 5 inches. My breasts are 38 c. My mother, on the other hand, is 5 feet tall. She weighs about 150 and has red curly hair. She likes to wear business suits. Today she is wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

She has a beautiful figure. But I think that my father constantly puts her down. I think she lost all her confidence. She is a beautiful woman. I understood she wanted to set an example for me. But I'm considered an adult by law. I never brought that up to her. I do respect my mother and I know she's trying to protect me.

We left at 9 that morning and drove until about 10 that night before my mother got tired and stopped at a motel. I was ready to get out and stretch. We drove for 13 hours. We still had 17 more hours to go. Which put us there some time in a day or two. It depended on how much my mother wanted to drive. I walked around a little bit after we got settled in our room. We stopped at a roadside taco stand for dinner early in the evening.

But I was hungry. I went to the vending machine. The only thing it had was some chips and a candy bar. I guess that will have to do until we get breakfast in the morning. I put the quarters in the machine and the damn machine ate my quarters. Oh, well, I guess I could wait. I was too tired to deal with the machine. As I headed back to our room, there was a gentleman sitting at one of the tables.

I assumed he worked at the motel since he had a uniform on. He was maybe a few years older than me.

" Do you work here?" I asked.

" Yes I do. How can I help you?" he asked.

" The vending machine ate my quarters. You might want to have someone look at it." I stated.

" I will do that," he stated.

" How much did you spend?" He asked.

" I put $2.50 in the machine," I stated.

He got up and went to the counter. He hit a button and the drawer opened. He pulled out $2.50 and gave it to me. I smiled at him. If I wasn't ready to take a shower and go to bed, I would have flirted with him. But at this point I was ready to go to bed. I walked into our room and my mother was just getting out of the shower.

"Did you get a snack?" she asked.

" I tried, but the machine ate my quarters." I stated.

" Im sorry sweetie." she responded.

I went and took a shower. I did my nighttime routine and laid down on the bed. It was so uncomfortable. The mattress was hard as a rock. The room also left much to desire. It had green curtains. The air conditioner squealed when my mother turned it on. The sheets on the beds were that dingy white color. The comforters had a diamond shape and it was a nasty color. I could already tell I wasn't going to get any sleep.

I decided to turn Netflix on my phone and watch a movie. While I settled down, I picked a movie with some material arts in it. I was watching it when I got a text message. It was from Trisha. She was asking how the trip was going? I responded that it was as boring as hell. She sent "lol". I told her I was watching a movie. I then fell into a restless sleep.