I shouted, “ Just give it to me!!!”
As we were in the motorway to Manchester, I decided to ask, “Where are we now on the map?”
“I don’t know look for yourself”. This was the reply I received. As I was anxious to know where we were I looked in the atlas.
I decided to read a book called ‘Indian in the cupboard’ because I was bored. The noise inside the car grew louder and louder, as my cousins argued with each other. I said, “Can’t you all just be quiet? I’m trying to read.”
My mum shouted, “Don’t speak to me like that young boy?”
I asked them to keep the noise down. We hadn’t moved from this spot two hours, we were in a jam.
It was my cousin Raj’s turn on the gamboy and Bhavesh my little cousin only wanted to play it to get on Raj’s nerves. I could have told them that, but I would have just got the same unreasonable reaction from them as before.
The noise began to settle as they listened to their music on a Walkman. My cousins only thought of their own importance and they were selfish.
Slowly the car crawled down the stretch of motorway which the sun was slowly melting. The car had been a place of safety from the heat at the beginning of the journey, but now we could feel the effects of it. The angrier and more frustrated we became, the warmer the car grew.
As the batteries ran out in the Gameboy, everyone’s mouths shut and we still didn’t look like we had moved all that much further. The atmosphere in the car was like an awkward moment, everyone reluctant to break the silence. We ignored each other and concentrated on ourselves. I was thirsty, my arms were itchy with sweat and my legs were cramped. It was a uncomfortable experience.
Slowly we got closer and closer to Manchester where we were going to stay at night and watch football in the morning at Old Trafford. We had every reason for wanting to get there. I was so excited I could not stop fidgeting as I was thrilled to be going to Manchester to be watching what is to be an entertaining match.
As we had a CD in the car, the music roared as Ja Rule rapped to the beat. We listened to the music as time went by, to keep us awake on long a journey.
My cousins were separate and isolated from each other as though in independent cages. They made no communication except to argue.
By the time that there was only half an hour to go of this pain staking driving we were all looking forward to tomorrow’s match as it was a match of a lifetime.
Every incident was forgotten. We were just coming up the drive where we were staying with relatives. The door opened and every single relative I remember (and some that I didn’t) came running down the drive. Within minutes we were all crowded round the lounge ready to relax and enjoy the evening.
The incidents were forgotten. My cousins had successfully made themselves at home and I knew it would be a better day tomorrow.