[ WP ] Write a story about a long drive in a car .

**Family Drive. 0200 hours** 
 
 You had to get up at two o'clock in the morning. Yes, two o'clock. You, and your parents, and Lucy, your twin sister. You had to get up at a ungodly hour of the morning, because your father, who may or may not be just a little crazy, said that this was the best way to travel. *The night is the best time for travelers, * he says. *It is a time to think, a time to ponder, a time to wonder while you wander. * You wonder why you did n't fly, or at least take a train. 
 
 Dad is going through a checklist to make sure you have everything you need for the trip. Jackets, check. Hats, check. Sunscreen, check. Money -- not enough, more likely than not, but check. A back-up of the checklist? Check. 
 
 You all get into the car. The trusty Subaru. Four years old and sixty-four thousand miles on it. Dad is in front. Mom is in the front passenger seat. That leaves you and Lucy in the back. On a regular day, there is more than enough room for you both. But tonight... today... for this trip, with four duffel bags and four backpacks and a large cooler with food, not to mention all sorts of things Mom insisted you bring, the fit is tight. It's made worse when Lucy spreads her legs and takes up the middle seat, pinning you even more. When you glare at her, she sticks her tongue out at you. 
 
 Dad starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, stopping only to say good-bye to the mailbox. Mom puts the radio on -- to the classical music station that literally only she likes. Dad does n't seem to notice. The drive begins. 
 
 **Family Drive 0300** 
 
 The classical music was good for one thing. It made you nod off, for an hour. The nap is somewhat refreshing, but you slowly begin to realize that you are not in the best position. Lucy has two seats all to herself, she's able to stretch her legs out comfortably. But you, you're stuck in just one seat, and Dad's tall so his chair is moved back further, so your legs are stuck. And because your legs are stuck, you ca n't move your upper body as much either, and now you've got a crick in your neck. 
 
 The car is on the highway now. You can tell by the way there are no streetlights or buildings. And there are no cars. No cars at all. Maybe Dad had a point about how the early, early hours of the day are the best for traveling. There does n't seem to be another living soul anywhere but in the car. 
 
 It's still dark though. Very dark. But you've fallen asleep and woken up twice in the last six hours, so you do n't think it's going to be easy to fall back asleep again. Lucy, of course, is sleeping like a little baby. She kicks you in her sleep, completely oblivious. Her sneaker connects with your leg and you grunt in pain. It hurts, but it hurts worse when you bump your head on that little hand grip thing on the side of your car door. You want to say a bad word, but you're not sure if Mom and Dad wo n't hear and you do n't want to get in trouble. 
 
 So you sit and you look out the window at the dark sky and then Lucy kicks you again. Thoughts of getting even pass through your mind, but you're pretty sure hog-tying your twin sister to the roof of the car is illegal. 
 
 **Family Road Trip 0630** 
 
 Your legs fell asleep hours ago, and the numbness has moved up to your chest. Lucy has kicked you no fewer than six times. And you have been able to fall asleep yourself. Mom fell asleep and Dad did n't realize you were awake so you have said anything for three and a half hours. You can feel your sanity ebb away slowly. 
 
 `` Breakfast!'' 
 
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 I'll write more tomorrow.
