“Tennessee.” Grover informed me. “Home of my least favorite music.”

I gave a small smile, agreeing with Grover. For the rest of the ride I remained mostly quiet, I only talked when a question was directed towards me. I was going to tell Luke that this plan didn’t seem to be working the way he wanted it to. It started growing dark and even with the amount of sleep I had gotten; I was becoming really tired and pressed my head against the glass of the window. After a few minutes of staring out at the other cars on the road, my eyes started to close and I fell asleep.

Honk! Honk! I heard a truck laying on its horn which woke me up with a start. I jumped up at the same time as I felt someone else do the same. All I could see was a truck’s headlights and I could feel Grover swerve the car to avoid it.

1. The Plan

2. Regretting