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Chapter 5
The Declaration of Independence
I jiggled my keys in my hand as I walked back to my room. It had been hot outside and I was ready for some air conditioning for a while. I looked down at my arms, noticing how tanned my skin was already looking after only a few days out by the pool.
I heard the ding dong of the elevator doors opening as I treaded slowly over the plush carpet of the hotel floor. Putting my things in a pile on the counter, I went in to get cleaned up. I couldn’t help but appreciate how well things were going.
There was a knock on the door as I washed myself clean,
“Oh come on! Really? The worst timing ever! Seriously people…” I said.
I tied a towel around my body and answered the door, dripping wet. It was a front desk manager bringing up my phone messages. And as I flipped through them, I could see that it was one, two, three messages from my mother.
I had broken down and given her the hotel’s main number. When I would leave my phone in the room to charge, she would start to panic and so I gave in. I threw them on the counter as I went in the bedroom to get dressed.
I wasn’t feeling like putting clothes back on, so I slipped into some comfortable clothes and figured I would order a pizza or some type of delivery for supper. I turned the pages of the phone book, that I took from the ni