A Box of Marbles: Part 2The hellish countryside flitted by in a brown and green blur, muted by the night, and only revealed in passing by my headlights. I cursed silently, desperately looking out for the turn into Jordan's driveway, always underestimating the length of this trek from the main road, across the cracked and decrepit pavement, to his residence. It was a drive that I had come to despise, seeing as how I already had a hatred for car rides, ever since my childhood.More Like This
The sun was now only peeking over the horizon, shut out by the thick trees, save for the occasional barren patch when it managed to beam through, crisscrossing the road with dim, amber light. I hadn't seen another car for miles, even before turning off the more accessible way, and every time I made the decision to visit, I asked myself the same question: Why in the world would someone choose to live in a place as wildery and unwelcoming as this? However, the answer was always the same. Here, Jordan completely matched his surroundings.