They’re yelling again.
Our so called ‘family vacation’ is already over. Wasn’t much of one to begin with, just a cheap hotel in Miami as far as I could tell. I can still hear them as I go down the stairs. Step by step, I am counting as I go down. Anything to keep me sidetracked. The farther down I go the more I hear them. By the time I’m in the lobby their practically screaming in my head. But no one shows any sign of hearing them as well.
Either its normal to them, something’s wrong with me, or I’m just not as sane as I remembered.
I’m not really sure where I’m going as I open the front double doors and start walking down six more steps. As soon as my face hits the muggy surface I start to sweat and twitch as my Tourette syndrome gives me away. People that are still on the street are starting to stare.
I feel the blush that crawls up my neck, thank god it’s dark.