Sam
Sam walked into his room, kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt off. He didn’t really care that he was going to sleep in jeans, if anything it didn’t bother him a bit. The teen lay down on the cot, putting a hand over his eyes to shield away any unwanted light. While he was trying to sleep, his mind wouldn’t let him. He kept thinking about his parents, what Ann had said and the fight that broke out. He was an idiot for taking Lennon out, be he really didn’t regret it. Now if only she would stop trying to fight everyone…
He wasn’t feeling too hot, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the stress but Sam suddenly felt nauseous. He could feel his throat closing on him and he rolled out of the cot, opening the window that sat close to him. Sam peered over the edge, hoping he didn’t throw up. That wouldn’t be good. The adults would probably try to check on him and see why. It was probably the drinks.
He clamped his jaw shut as he watched the cars pass by, driving away and minding their own business. After a while, the feeling of throwing up passed and he walked back over to the cot, laying down once more. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep at all.