It's gonna be awhile guys. Dealing with two guys that say I'm depressed. Wow. And they don't even know me.
-—Joe Once Kyle got home from his friends house we drove over to the hospital to go see Tess and Tessa. "Dad, is Mom going to be grumpy?" Kyle asked, from the back seat. I looked at him through the rearview mirror. "Hopefully not. She's had a full night and day to 24 hours to rest, so she shouldn't be." I said, stopping at the red light. "Okay, good. Mom's mean when she's grumpy. So if she's grumpy I'm not talking to her." Kyle said, crossing his arms. "Oh come on. Don't be like that. It might make your mother think you're mad at her for having Tessa." I said, stepping on the gas. "Well maybe I am mad at her. She's going to care more about the baby than me! It's not fair! I'm going to hate the baby!" Kyle started shouting. "Hey!" I said, slamming on the brakes. "Enough of that." -—Kyle We got to the hospital about five minutes after dad had nearly gotten me decapitated from the seat belt. It took a lot of bribes and promises that I knew dad would never keep, to get me to go into the hospital. I hated hospitals. They smelled to much of bleach and the bright, white lights made me dizzy. "Tess Johnson, please." My dad said to the secretary. "Room 341," she said, not even looking at my dad. We walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. I guess my dad is an impatient person because he kept swearing and pressing the button over and over again really fast. Finally the elevator came down and I pressed the ③ button, and the doors shut. The elevator shoot a little as it started moving and I grabbed the railing to help balance myself. Finally the elevator shook again, dinged and the doors opened to reveal another very bright white lobby, a stronger smell of bleach, and the sound of babies crying. Luckily Mom's room was right down the hall.