Four hours ago, my mom, my dad, Issac, and me all piled in our minivan to start the two day drive to Maine.

Can I just say, it has been four of the longest hours of my entire life. Yeah, yeah, I know, there's still a day and twenty hours left. I hate road trips.

After a blissful dream of how everyone adores me at my new school, which I know for a fact will not happen, I'm surprised that I actually slept the past fifteen hours. Twenty-nine hours left.

I groan, which causes my parents to look back from the front seats, "everything alright dear?" My mother asks.

"Yeah, sorry Mom. I just woke up and realized we still have more than a day of driving."

"Well, Rhea dear, be thankful you don't have to drive, you get to sleep."

"I know, sorry Mom," I say apologetically and reach in my bag to grab my phone. I plug in my headphones, turn on my twelve hour long playlist, and lean back in the chair to listen to the all to true words in the list of heartbreak songs and such.

After a couple hours of peacefully listening to the playlist on my phone, I fall into another dreamless sleep.