Winne
Some people like to be in an air-conditioned car. But not me. I feel nauseous right now. "When will we reach there? I feel like vomiting." I say to Wendy. "We will be there in 10 minutes. Just be patient and hold the bag under your mouth, okay?" she says impatiently. She is probably getting annoyed already, so I just do what she said and shut up.
"That was not 10 minutes." I glare at her from the back seat. She doesn't see me doing it, but knows I am doing it, so she shrugs and says, "At least you had the bag. Now, get out in 5,4,3,- " I am already out before she could say 2 and 1. I don't know why, but whenever she does that, I just... do it. Probably because I know she would scream at the top of her lungs and try to get someone's attention, and embarrass me in front of them. Such a jerk.