Driving to wellington

“BLLLLL!”  Vomit  drowned  my  favorite  t-shirt. My mouth tasted like a like  hundred  slugs.

‘Wait a minute,’ I told myself. I quietly and quickly  snatched a  t-shirt   and a lake of vomit filled it. Anna stuck her tongue out and her eyes scrunched up like they were being smashed with jack hammers. My hand cautiously picked up the stinky, rotten and green t-shirt. I scrunched up my eyes so as not to look at the Loch Ness Vomit.

My mind was happy at the thought of having the vomit off my lap.

The quiet motor of the car ran along the road. My aching stomach and the smell of vomit kept me awake all NIGHT! The uncomfortable seat bounded me up and down, like a roller coaster up and down, up….

Half an hour later “BLLLLL!” A vomit beard covered my chin. My jaw was hanging open. My chin had grown a beard green with a pinch of Weet-Bix from this morning's breakfast. Dad was driving so there were no snores but the smell of vomit was still floating around the tired car. My stomach ground against my liver. But at least I was getting rest. So eventually I drifted into a dream. And yes it was filled with vomit and snores and vomit beards….