Shawn: In a Hotel Room With Mom
"Nothing." Shawn's Mom said, sitting on one of the double beds in a standard room at the Super 8 motel.
It had been hours since Shawn's mom picked him up at Junior's house, whereby she drove out of the city. Out of L.A. and towards some unknown suburb of the city that Shawn had never seen before. Or maybe it was still L.A. It was hard to tell because the city seemed to stretch onward and onward in twisting and winding highways. The whole time, Shawn's Mom kept saying that it was 'nothing' and that she just wanted to take Shawn out of town because 'Can't I spend some time with my son?'
Wherever they were, it didn't seem like the best neighborhood or the best hotel. The place didn't look clean for one. The carpet was a worn, burgundy red and the bed sheets had a sweaty smell like they hadn't been changed.
"It's nothing." Shawn's Mom said. "Everything is fine. I just wanted you to get some sleep before your big day tomorrow." She said, not explaining what the big day was. But then again, summer was over, and school was set to begin.