"How much longer?" I moan into my older brother's ear. "Half an hour more," he shouts back to me. "We've been on this God forsaken motorcycle for two days now. I want to sleep!" I shout to him. "Yeesh someone is PMSing," he says, backing off. "When is our next stop? I'm hungry." "Your always hungry," he replies back in a matter of fact tone. "You have a problem with that?" I ask with some sass. "Yep, definitely PMSing." "Shut up Nate, now pull over and get me food." "Can't you wait? Were almost there." "Half an hour isn't almost there," I put the almost there in quotation but Nate doesn't have eyes in the back of his head to see what I did. ******************************************* Read the rest to find out what happens next. Please bear with my spelling and grammar mistakes, if I have any