Delta-Personal Narrative

“I still don’t think this is a such good idea,” Delta mumbles to Walker as they wait outside for Eleanor. Delta and Walker have been given the task of packing up the car while Logan speaks with Elpis. She wishes that she had the power to hear their conversation because Logan has a sad look upon his face whereas Elpis portrays a surprised one. There are just about a million things they could be talking about. “Just put place a little trust in him, Delta. There has to be an adequate reason that we’re bringing her along,” Walker responds, slamming the trunk shut. Delta shakes her head, ready to retort a response, when Eleanor walks out of the house. She looks much more put together than before, her blond hair in a neat braid and not a trace of the tear that were there before. But there’s still a haunting looking behind her eyes, one of fear and, under that, frustration. She strides down the stairs, towards the car. “Eleanor,” Logan calls out. “Why don’t you take the passenger seat,” he suggests. She answers with a nod and readjusts the bag strap that sits slug over her shoulder. Delta wonders what Logan’s playing at; he never does anything unless it benefits him in the end. He nods at Walker and takes the driver seat. Delta and Walker
Thankfully, it's always only the first night. But it makes places like this even worse, places that already make you feel as though you’re being watched. She thinks over the day's events to pass the time, realizing what people say about road trips are correct. They’re amazing and something that everyone should do at least once. There were times that Eleanor would rather poke out her eyes than sit there another minute, but those are necessary. They make the best moments seem even better. Eleanor is lulled to sleep with the thought that tomorrow will be just as