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The motel

I wake up around 5 my head pounding with the blur of the night before .my dad looks exhausted . The sudden stop woke me we had arrived at a motel it looked shabby and dirty . I climbed out of the car and trudded into the doorway of the motel as my dad follows  close behind . When we got in the small cramped lobby there was no one in sight  but an empty chair . I shouted  " hello any one there !" The words echoed back to me in the thin musky air . No response , we waited a minute yet still no one appeared. We started to walk away when we heard footsteps tip toe behind us ,I shot a glance behind me and there was a tall man in a old looking suite standing right before me I gasped and took a step back holding back a shriek . My dad turned round and walk toward him . " hi there sir , do you work here by any chance ?" " yes sir how may I help you today". " I would like to book a room please" . They talked for a while whilst I sat in a uncomfortable chair in the corner of the room examining my surroundings . The walls were a creamy yellow but not the good kind . The lights were mostly broken yet some still had a little blink of life left . This made the room feel stiff and cold . My train of thought was quickly broke n when my dad turned to me and told me we can go to our room .

When we got in the small room it smelt of old wood and the room was small and stuffy I placed my iPod and headphones down on the single bed not the corner of the room and put my coat on the end hanging loosely . Dad and I have barley smoke but I can tell he is tired and still shook by the night before I pull of my shoes leaving mud on the old musty carpet and place them on a small broken, wooden rack next to the bed and climb into the sheets I place my headphones in my ears and drift of the sleep...