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“Gosh! I hate this class!” I said to myself as I watched my annoying teacher teach Mathematical Formulas. Mondays are always hard for me and the only person who could cheer me up was my best friend, Terry. I looked across the room and saw Terry asleep. All I could see was her blond hair with brown streaks laid over her desk and her yellow Abercrombie sweatshirt. She wasn’t just asleep, she was out cold. It wasn’t a surprise because we went to this college party the night before because her boyfriend or should I say the love of her life invited her to his first party as a college freshman and she took me. Terry used to be the biggest tomboy ever in 8th grade; since I didn’t know before then. She always wore a ponytail and athletic shorts. Her hair was greasy and she only hung out with boys. And worst of all she didn’t where makeup. She spat like a dude and played every sport a guy would play until 8th grade. I had 1st ,2nd ,3rd ,4th ,5th ,6th ,7th ,and 8th period with her and we got paired together in world history and became friends. Each week that we were friends, she would change something about herself to be girly because I threw all of her dude clothes and ponytail holders away. By the end of 8th grade, every guy that wasn’t in love with me (3 guys.) was after her. She could’ve been runner up for prom queen; and I would be queen of course. I made her get streaks before high school and made her try out for cheerleading with me. We became the best of friends because of history. Since Terry was asleep, I had no one to talk to because everyone around me was weird or they thought I was snobby, so I began to pay attention to Mr. Vigilano. Around that time I think I began to dose off because was awaken by Mr. Vigilano’s annoying voice.
Mr. Vigilano always wore the same thing EVERYDAY, I think. He always wears these high water black dress pants with black socks and brown shoes. He wears green suspenders and a white button down shirt. He ALWAYS wears this funky cologne. It smells like he’s been sleeping with skunks or in rotten milk. He has a strand of hair in the middle of his head that he combs it around his entire head and has bushy eyebrows. What a great combination. He also has a Geraldo mustache. You know that Geraldo guy, that newscaster with the weird mustache. In addition, his voice sounded like Michael Jackson’s voice on helium. Every time we pass his classroom in between classes, we make fun of his geeky voice. Mr. Vigilano is a Canadian immigrant. Therefore, when he gets mad he will still be polite and have a smile on his face but he will say aye at the end of his sentence with an evil smile.
“Ms. London Hayley, would you like to stand in front of the class and show us how to get the circumference of an irregular circle.” Said Mr.Vigilano.
“Ummm, I’ll take a pass. But thanks for the offer.” I said
“Ms. London Hayley, I would advise you to pay attention to this lesson. This will come in handy next year in calculus.” Mr. Vigilano said.
“As if I give a care.” I muttered under my breathe.
“What was that, London?” Mr. Vigilano asked me.
“I said nothing, Mr. Vigilano.” I said sarcastically.
“I don’t think those remarks would look good for your cheerleading career, Aye.” He asked me with a grin on his face. Mr. Vigilano turned to the board to resume his lesson and all of a sudden Terry woke up gasping for air. She woke up as if someone had hit her in the back of the head. She looked dead at me and I could see the fear in her eyes but I busted out laughing. I looked toward Mr. Vigilano but he was morphing into this big, angry chicken with bullhorns; he stomped his foot as if he were going to dance.
“I’m going to get you London Hayley Smith!” Mr. Vigilano said repeatedly.
He bent his head down and began to run toward me. As he ran toward me, he drove his horns into everyone he passed. I jumped on my desk to dodge the blow he swung at my face.
Mr. Vigilano had slapped my desk with his yardstick. That always scared me. I could watch him go up to someone who was asleep and slap their desk and still get scared. I have always imagined just breaking that yardstick into little pieces. It makes me so mad when he does that because I get so scared. In addition, what makes me really mad about him is his random screaming. He’ll be in the middle of class and just scream. It’s as if he has tourettes or something. He walked past me with a glare on his face looking down at me, slapping that yardstick in his hand and then walked to his desk. My eyes were glued on him as he gazed around the room, as if he had dropped
something important. He walked toward the board as if he were trying to resume his lesson.
“YES!!!!!” The class up roared as the final bell rang for school.
School was over and it was summer in Darien, Connecticut. I walked out of Mr. Vigilano’s room and waited in the hallway for Terry. She dragged out of the classroom with sleepy eyes. “Too much partying last night?” I asked with a grin on my face.
“Ha Ha, you’re so funny.” Terry said sarcastically.
We laughed in the hallway as everyone walked by and gave us strange looks.
“I’m gonna miss you chick.” Terry said in my ear as she hugged me.
I looked at her and tears were in her eyes. It almost made me start crying. I have no idea why because we were definitely going to hang out over the summer.
“Have a great summer and call me!” I said as I backed to the double door entrance of the school.
I turned around and walked on the pavement with chalk writing on it. I looked down and laughed then proceeded to my bus. I walked up to the
bus and took a loud sigh. I began to walk up the stairs of the bus when my cross-eyed bus driver looked at me. She was weird. And I mean it. She would always say good morning and good afternoon to me and look at me dead in the eye. It looked like one eye was looking at me and the other was staring down my shoe. It freaked me out when she looked at me. How could she even get a job as a bus driver when she has cross eyes? Every time that I looked at her, I would stare. And it’s not like she tried to hide her googley eye because had dyed her hair pink which made you look at look at her. Cross eyes, Pink hair. Hmmm...
“Good Afternoon.” She said.
“Uhh?” I muttered trying not to look at her in the eye.
I hurried to my usual seat at the back of the bus and screamed to the top of my lungs, “Two more years and I’m outta here!”
“I know right!” Someone on the bus said.
I laughed as I sat down.
I’m a sophomore and it is incredibly boring! I ask my mother everyday why couldn’t I have been born two years earlier. I am tired of waking up in the morning at five in the morning, to walk to my bus stop in the snow to see my crazy-eyed bus driver. She isn’t that important to me. As the bus driver whose name I never caught, pulled off of school premises, I gazed out of the window at the white, fluffy snow on the ground. I put pictures together in my mind of our road trip. I pictured us in Cancun. Laying on the beach tanning. Partying until five in the
morning. I couldn’t wait to get home, to find out where we were going. And there wouldn’t be any snow in Cancun, just sun! We hardly got any sun in Darien. Always snow, no rain, just snow. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in Alabama or California where there’s a lot of sun. Darien, Connecticut is not too populated. It’s a kind of small town and it’s quiet. I don’t like quiet. I like parties and beaches. The bus rolled up to my stop but before she could stop the bus I was waiting for her to open the door. I began to walk down the stairs but I turned to look at the bus driver again and I could’ve sworn that I had seen a tarantula crawling on her head. I blinked my eyes and it was gone. I finished walking down the stairs and began to walk to my house in disbelief. I knew I wasn’t crazy but I shook it off and headed to my house. My house was extra large, as my friends would say. My mom is a bull dog attorney and my dad is an executor of Apple. Together they make a power couple and a lot of zeroes in the bank. Terry is always saying how I never talk about how rich I am. She always asks why do you ride the bus when your parents can drop you off and pick up in their Hummer, Mercedes, or Limo. My house has gray and whitish bricks on all six sides. We have ten bedrooms and a pool in our backyard. I guess you can call it a mansion. I just don’t like bragging. I think as if I was the person on the outside who might be living in their car or on the street. It hurts my heart when I hear people brag about their luxuries. I am very appreciative for what I have. I walk up to our gate and typed in the four digit code. The brass gates parted my way and I walked on the road to the front door. I stuck my key in the door and turned the knob. I couldn’t open the door. It felt like someone was holding the door on the other side. I kept pushing the door and it budge.
Surprisingly I finally barged the door open and almost fell. I stepped in the door way and there were a bunch of luggage and bags in our foyer.
“London Hayley! Is that you?” My mom asked from upstairs.
“Yes ma’am!” I screamed trying to close the door.
“Come upstairs!” She replied.
“I’ll try!” I said looking at all of the luggage in front of the stairs.
I jumped the luggage blocking the stairs trying not to fall. I walked up the stairs and took a left to my room. I spotted my mom sitting on my bed in criss-cross apple sauce, chewing a piece of gum. I walked in my room and looked around and she had been attempting to pack my bags. I walked in front of her and looked at her in the eyes.
“We’re going to Arizona!” She screamed excitedly, flailing her arms in the air.
I snapped out my trance from looking into my mom’s eyes. Arizona? Of all the places to go, we’re going to Arizona. What’s in Arizona? What are we going to go play lets get lost in the desert? I would rather stare my bus driver in the eye for 30 minutes! Oh No! Whose idea was this?
“You don’t look excited.” My mom said with a disappointed look upon her face.
“Umm... I thought we’d be going to somewhere like, Cancun. Not Arizona.” I replied.
“You’re only sixteen. What are you going to do in Cancun? And your little brother is only ten. Cancun is like Mardi Gras on crack. Trust me, I should know.” My mom said twirling her finger in her hair, reminiscing with a smile on her face.
We stared at each other for a minute. I was counting. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there and looked at her in her blue eyes. My mom’s eyes were so beautiful. They looked like you were staring into an endless ocean. I think that’s why I’m always staring at her from time to time. Her name is Jamie Smith, attorney at law. She never said her name without saying attorney at law at the end of it. It was annoying at first but after a while it began to stick. She had brown hair with shady blond highlights. She has an athletic build because she works out on an hourly basis. No matter what, she would exercise on the hour. All of her cases were planned for 30 minutes after so she could exercise. My dad appeared in the hallway with kaki shorts to his knees and a Bermuda button down shirt with orange flowers as if he were going to Hawaii. “Did you tell her?” He asked my mom excitedly.
“Yepp... but she’d rather to Cancun.” My mom said as she walked out of my room and past my dad upset.
My dad looked at me with disappointment.
“Cancun?” He asked to himself as he walked after my mom.
My dad looked very young for his age. He didn’t look a day over thirty. He was 47 and was very intelligent. He had black hair cut to his ears that he combed to the left. He wasn’t that fit until mom got him onto the Jamie Smith workout plan. He ate celery and broccoli for a month. However, he snuck burgers, fries, and pies from time to time with the help of me. I lay on my bed and took a deep sigh when I heard vibrating. I quickly grabbed my purse to find my cell. Since my dad was an executor of apple, I was forced to have the Iphone and every other Apple product produced. But I grabbed my phone and tapped the answer button.
“Hello?” I asked. “Hey Chick!” It was Terry. “Where are you calling from?” I asked. “My new number. I just dropped my phone in the snow and I couldn’t find it, so I gave up. I thought I told you about that. ” She said. “Oh yeah. You did.” I replied. I chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” She asked trying not to laugh. “How about our road trip is to Arizona.” I told her changing the subject.
“You’re kidding?” She asked. “Nope. I’m dead serious.” I replied. “I’m glad I didn’t ask to go with you. What are ya’ll gonna do in Arizona?” She asked. “I didn’t have enough time to ask my mom all of that because she got all mad and stormed out of my room like 3 year old.” I told her. “Well, you... “ “Terry? Terry?” I asked. “Maybe she dropped her phone again.” I said looking at my phone with curiosity.
I looked at my phone and at the top, left corner the words no service were placed. I heard chuckles coming from my parents, so I stormed into their room.
“What the crap did you do to my phone?” I said with all furiousness. “Honey, I did it for all of us. This trip is for family bonding. And we can’t bond with you on your phone twenty-four seven.” My mom said pushing down the screen on her Macbook Air.
I ran to my room, slammed my door then screamed.
“I hate both of ya’ll!” I screamed.
I hear baby knocks at my door.
“What happened?” My little brother, Brandon asked me through the door.
I opened the door and let him in; I began to bawl on his shoulder. I was so upset that they did that to me. I was frustrated, sad, and angry at them. First, their were taking us on this stupid trip to nowhere land then they cut off my phone. It was war.
“London Hayley, take your luggage downstairs so Keith can put it in the car.” My dad said. “Save your breath and don’t talk to me.” I replied.
I sat up in my bed, grabbed my phone one last time, and said my goodbyes. I hopped out of my bed and grabbed the handle on my Louis Viton luggage then began to roll it to the top of our staircase. I stepped down to the second stair and down one more. I gently tried to roll my luggage down the stair and failed miserably. My luggage almost fell down the stairs and I was about to go with it. “Keith, can you come up the stairs and help me get my luggage down the stairs, then to the car?” I asked from the stairs while looking at my nails. Keith was a super hottie. If he were my age, I would be all over him like a loin on a gazelle. He was so buff and handsome. He has black hair and the cutest dimples ever. I have known him for three years of my life and he is so sweet. Every Friday night we will go out and buy a scary movie then watch it together. And one night we held hands because we were “scared.” Fireworks were everywhere. We almost kissed. Even though he’s twenty, I will go out with him anytime. But I would need a stool to kiss him. He is so tall, well he’s only 6’0 and I’m 5’5.
Keith runs up the stairs, he gave me a wink and I could have melted on those stairs; he picks up my luggage and carefully returns down the stairs. When he made it down the stairs, he put the luggage on the floor and wheeled it out of the door to the car. He lifted the back door to the Hummer and stuffed my luggage into the trunk. As I finished walking down the stairs, I realized that all of the other bags were gone. I kind of figured that they were in the car as well. I turned to the right, walked past the staircase railing into the living room. I jumped over the back of the couch and landed on my favorite pillow. I grabbed it in my arms and snuggled with it. I laid there in a trance of peace until my little brother snuck up and scared the crap out of me to the point I almost peed my pants. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a scaredy cat. Any little thing will scare me. For instance, I was at the mall, about to go in the dressing room when this little person walked past me. I jumped so high that it looked like I was doing a high vault for the Olympics.
“Oh my gosh, you scared me!” I screamed to Brandon clutching my chest. “Sorry sis.” He said as he walked toward the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen and caught Brandon chugging a jug of orange juice. We looked at each other and busted out laughing. He spat orange juice on the floor as we cracked up laughing. My mom and my dad came down the stairs singing Double Dutch Bus.
“Oh Gosh, here come the party pooping twins.” I told my brother.
Brandon chuckled as my parents walked into the kitchen.
“What’s so funny?” My mom asked us. I turned around and walked back to the couch because I couldn’t stand to see my mom or dad.
“Oh nothing.” Brandon replied as he bent down to clean up the orange juice.
I returned to the living room and plopped down on the couch when someone came up behind me and hugged me. It was my dad. I was about to say Keith but I knew he wouldn’t hug me while my parents were around.
“It’s going to be fun. So cheer up. I turned your phone back on. I couldn’t live without mine if I was you but do not tell your mother.” My dad whispered in my ear.
“I love you so much dad!” I said as I ran around the couch to hug my dad. As soon as I let my dad out of my headlock of a hug, I charged up those stairs to retrieve my phone. I don’t think I have ever run up those stairs so fast in my entire sixteen years of life. When I got to the top of the stairs Keith was waiting for me. He walked up to me and hugged me so tight. When we let go from our hug, we looked into each other’s eyes and our lips touched. We made out all the way to my bed. I pulled away from our kiss.
“We can’t do this. We’re about to leave. And what do I look like going back down the stairs with wild hair?” I asked.
Keith looked down at me and laughed as he held me in his arms.
“I’ll be back whenever and we will have a scary movie Friday.” I said. “Okie dokie, London. But I will miss you.” Keith said as he hugged me again. I watched Keith walk to the stairs. He looked at me one last time and walked down the stairs. I ran to my room threw all of the unwanted necessities on my bed off to find my phone.
There it was just sitting there with a icon on the screen that said new text message. I unlocked my phone, and went to the message, it was from Terry.
“What’s up with your phone????”
“They cut it off but my loving father turned it back on. But cheerleading practice next week. Pass it on, Text you later.”
I was the cheer captain. Apparently, they all chose me because I’m a great leader. Just kidding. I think they just looked at my appearance and rich I was. However, I am honored to be Tyler High School’s cheer captain. I just don’t feel deserving of the role.
I stuffed my phone in my pocket and headed down the stairs with the biggest grin ever. I have been practicing that smile for when they call my name for prom queen and overall winner in beauty pageants. And yes, beauty pageants. I have been in over fifty pageants and have won over fifty pageants. My mom started putting me in pageants when I was five but now I’m taking a break because of the whole cheerleading thing. My mom glanced at me then doubled back.
“What’s wrong with your face?” My mom asked. “Oh nothing.” I said as I winked at my dad.
My mom looked at my dad with a what is going on face. You know the face with the one eyebrow up and a wrinkle in your fore head and nose. You know the one the wrestler, The Rock, did when they introduced him for his wrestling matches. My dad looked at his watch and stood up, trying to change the subject before he was caught.
“Well, let’s get a move on. We need to be to Arizona by ten.” He said enthusiastically. We all looked at him like he was crazy. “I was just kidding. Let’s go to Arizona.” My dad said laughing. “Yay!” I said sarcastically while flailing my arms in the air as I looked at my mom.
She gave me the death stare.
“Ok then.” I muttered as I stood up.
We all headed to the kitchen to grab last minute snacks for the road. I grabbed my double stuffed Oreos and a bag of Swedish Fish, which I stuffed into my bag. I am incredibly addicted to Swedish Fish. They are my all time favorite thing in the world. If someone made an announcement that Swedish Fish will not be produced anymore, it’s over, I’m jumping off of the Empire state Building. I’m just kidding. I think. I grabbed a couple of Cokes out of the refrigerator and stuffed them into my bag as well. I began to walk toward the door with my head down and I spotted to feet from the top of my eyes standing next to the door. I looked up and Keith winked at me. I mouthed him to text me. I walked out of the door and walked up to the 2010 white Hummer sitting in our driveway. I pulled on the door handle, expecting it to unlocked and it wasn’t. I looked into the window and Brandon was making a mocking face toward me through the window. I pounded on the window.
“Unlock the door, Brandon.” I said furiously looking into the tinted window. He stopped making the mocking face at me and finally obeyed my request.
“Thought so.” I said as I opened the door. I stepped on the railing of the car and sat into my seat. I reached over to the left to close the door and when I came back over Brandon was staring me in my face. I took my cell phone from my pocket and looked at the time; it was 3:00. I looked to my right and saw my brother staring me down again.
“Stop staring at me. Take a picture but I would rather you get in the back.” I told him.
He looked at the back of the car and his eyes widened.
“I can’t really sit in the back. Don’t you see those bags back there, Londy?” He said.
I turned and looked at the back of the car; I saw a massive mountain of luggage in the back of our car.
“Well, scoot over then. I need space to stretch my legs.” I told him as I tried to stretch my legs out on the empty space between Brandon and me. My parents opened their doors at the same time and climbed in the car. My mom pulled down the mirror in front of her and put on her lip-gloss with the door open. My dad pulled down his mirror in front of him, pulled out his comb and began to comb his hair to the left then flipped it to the left. My dad reached and closed his door as my mom reached to close hers. My dad started mapping our route to Arizona with the built in GPS on the dashboard right under the radio.
“Sand Springs, Arizona.” My dad told the GPS.
“Your destination is being mapped.” The GPS replied.
My dad looked at my mom, then back at Brandon and me. “Your destination is 2316.99 miles away; approximately 36 hours and 8 minutes. “Thank you, Leila.” My dad told the GPS. “You’re welcome Mr. Smith.” The GPS told my dad. “Why are you flirting with GPS, Mr. Smith? My mom asked my dad as she mocked the GPS. “I’m not flirting with her. She’s just my helper.” My dad said as he rubbed the edging of the GPS. “You have a name for her and everything.” My mom told my dad. “You’re right, Jamie.” My dad told her to end the argument. “Whatever, Mr. Smith.” My mom replied to my dad.
My dad pulled up to the brass gates as I go through my bag and pull out my bag of Swedish Fish. I quickly opened the bag.
“Brandon.” I said as I sighed. “My limit is four fish per hour. Watch how many fish I eat, if I go over my limit then subtract how ever many I go over from my next hour.” I told Brandon.
Brandon nodded in agreement.
“Oh my goodness! These are delicious!” I screamed in a mezzo piano voice.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself reaching into an empty bag. Therefore, I balled up the empty Swedish Fish bag and tossed it at Brandon which he blocked with his left hand. I grabbed and reached into my bag to find my Ipod Touch. I unlocked it and tapped the shuffle song option as we passed by the mall.
“Bye Mall. I’ll miss you. But I’ll be back soon.” I said as I pressed my face against the window to take my last glance at the mall.
Brandon chuckled as he covered his mouth.
“It’s not funny. There are so many memories in that mall. ” I told him with a serious face.
My mom turned around to look at me.
“It’s not like someone going to cut off your head on this trip. You’re going to go to the mall when we get back.” My told me as she turned around.
I turned my music up and silently sang parts of songs that I knew as I played apps on my IPod. Twenty-three minutes later, I looked at my mom and she was already asleep. I looked at Brandon and he was just staring out of the window. I can not stare out of a window without getting a headache. I think they call it, umm, oh motion sickness. When I look out of a window, I know that I’m about to get a headache. The same thing happens whenever we go over hills. I always think of the Rolie Polies.
The Rolie Polies was a cartoon that used to come on when I was little and one day the show’s lesson was about overcoming fears. They said to think of something you love while you are doing what you are afraid of to distract yourself. So I think of the Rolie Polies and close my eyes. And over time it became a habit and it works for me. Twenty minutes later, I began to get bored with the games I was playing. So, I grabbed my bag and quietly rambled around in it until I found my phone. As I unlocked it, I heard a loud thump. I looked at Brandon and saw his head bumping up against the window. I chuckled and continued to text Terry. I looked at the top left corner and it said no service. I didn’t have any bars. My eyes widened with anger and frustration.
“Dang it!” I screamed.
“Shut up before your mom wakes up and sees your phone. She would chew me out if she saw it. Did you not just hear the argument that we just had?” My dad whispered in angry tone.
I threw my phone down and it landed on the empty Swedish Fish bag. I looked at Brandon in his peaceful sleep with his head bumping up against the window and wondered why he didn’t wake up when he bumped his head repeatedly. Then I looked at mom. I looked at my phone and then back at Brandon. And right about then I think I began to nod off to sleep as well. Two hours and thirty minutes later, I woke up to the car in park. We had stopped at a rest stop. I was the only one in the car. I opened my door and hopped out of the car. I walked to the front of the car and peered out around the terrace to find my parents and Brandon. I peered to the right and I saw my family sitting at a green table under a wooden pavilion. I hastily walked toward the table.
“It’s so nice that you could join us London.” My dad said as my mom and Brandon turned to face me. “Yea, Yea.” I said as I walked around the left of the table to sit next to my dad on his right.
My mom and Brandon checked me out as settled into my sit.
“It is 5:30. We will meet back here at 5:45.No lollygagging. Be back on time or be left here.” My dad said as he stood up from the bench of the table.
I stood up from the table and stretched as I looked at the lime green grass behind Brandon and my mom.
“So, what time do we meet back here?” My dad asked with an eager grin on his face, to see if had heard what he had just stated. “5:45.” My mom; Brandon; and I replied. “Umm... Where are we?” I asked as everyone disbursed from the table.
No one answered me. But my dad pointed at a sign to my right. The sign was close to the trees and next to the highway. It read,
Welcome to Mountville, Pennsylvania.
We made it to Pennsylvania in two hours and thirty minutes? Was my dad going 100 miles per hour? Oh my gosh. This totally blew my mind. And by the time I was about ask my dad how we got here so fast, I looked up and he was gone.
I gathered my senses and headed toward the vending machines on the cement wall to my right. I ran to the car, opened the door, got my bag from the backseat and ran to the vending machines. As I was running, I swore I had seen some Swedish Fish from the distance. I stopped running to the vending machines when I was three feet away, so I walked the rest of the way until I got to the first vending machine on the left. I scanned the vending machine as I caught my breathe, no Swedish Fish. I stepped to the third machine because the second was a drink machine, still no Swedish Fish. I went to the last and fifth vending machine,” Swedish Fish!” I screamed as I flailed my arms.
Everyone in my distance stopped whatever they were doing and looked at me as if I was crazy. “Hi.” I said as waved. Everyone continued to stare at me. Seconds later, everyone went back to whatever they were doing and I think I heard people making fun of me. I was so embarrassed. I think my face turned red. I just stood in front of the vending machine with my head down, looking down at my dark brown Sperry’s. After two minutes of staring down at my shoes, I overcame my embarrassment and I took my wallet out of my bag. As I open my Louis Viton, I became thankful that I traded my 100-dollar allowance to ones before I left our home.
“C6.” I said repeatedly to myself.
Every time a bag would fall from dispenser, I would stuff the bag in my bag. By the time my fingers got tired of pressing C6 and I think I had a total of thirty or forty bags. After I finished getting my Swedish
Fish, I skipped back to the car and put my bag on the seat then closed the door.
“I got some Swedish Fish and you can’t have any.” I sang as I danced back to the table.
While I was dancing to the table, I spotted some girl was sitting at our table. She looked about 5’8 when I’m a mere 5’5. She had brown hair with black streaks. I looked at my curled, scroungied blonde hair with brown streaks, then back at hers. I walked up to her and she looked at me like she was ready to fight.
“Could you please move? My family and I were sitting here...” “Were sitting here. She said walking around the left of the table. “I’m sitting here now. You shouldn’t have got up.” She said with a mean voice walking up to me. “Excuse me but I wasn’t fin...” “I said I was sitting here now, so why are you still standing here?” She said. “You need to get up before you get hurt with your 6 foot self. You need to...” I said as I began to take off my earrings when my mom covered my mouth and pulled me toward the car. “What the heck were you doing arguing with that girl?” She asked confused. “She took our seats and then when I asked her to move, when she got this attitude with me.” I told my mom as I reminisced about what happened.
“That girl looked like she could’ve stomped on you. What were you going to do if she had punched you?” My mom asked.
“I was gone back hand spring all on her 6 foot self.” I told my mom as we laughed. “Hey, let’s go back to the car.” Mom said as she put her arm around my shoulders.
We began to walk to the car when I turned around to look at that girl one more time. She looked at me and I gave her the middle finger. I ran to catch up with my mom. I walked to my side of the car and stopped at my dad’s door. I thought about it, then I opened my dad’s door and hopped up into the car. My mom reached over and put the car into ignition. I turned on the radio and turned it to my favorite station 103.7, The Q. I totally forgot that we were in Pennsylvania and got mad when the station was staticky. I had a temper tantrum. After I had calmed down, I looked at my mom to apologize and she looked at me like I was crazy. She barged out laughing.
“What?” I asked as I kind of laughed. “You just threw a temper tantrum.” She said. “Oh.” I said. I spotted my dad and Brandon walking around, looking for us. I pressed the button to roll down the window and the window wouldn’t come down. I pressed my face against the window and began to bang on the window. They heard and saw my struggle with the window. My mom reached over and flipped some kind of switch and the window just rolled down. I felt so stupid.
My dad came up to the door and laughed at me.
“Are you okay?” He asked me as he laughed while looking at a laughing Brandon. “It’s not funny. I didn’t know that you had to flip a switch to let down the window.” I said as I opened the door and hopped out of the car.
I walked to my door of the car and pushed Brandon from my side into the exit way. When I pushed Brandon into the street a car came up and hit him. Brandon went flying into the air. One of his 2008 Nike Shox’s landed in my hand as Brandon landed in a puddle of his blood. I blinked my eyes and Brandon was banging on my window telling me to get in the car. I opened my door and stepped on the railing. I waited for Brandon to move over to his side of the back seat. Finally, he moved over and I sat in my seat and closed my door.
“Next stop, Swandale, West Virginia.” My dad said as he pulled out of the parking space.
He straightened up and drove forward to a stop sign. He made a right and road the circled thruway until he came to a yield sign. In front us you could see the cars zooming down the highway. My dad drove up and took off onto the highway. We were on our way to Swandale, West Virginia, wherever that was.
“London, are you ok?” My mom shouted from the car. “No!” I screamed in between blowing chunks on the side of the road.
My mom kept saying maybe it’s something you ate and it will be okay sweetie. But as I though about my I was throwing up, I thought about my bad habit. Bulimia. It all started last year. I wanted to try out for cheerleading and the senior cheerleaders came up to me in the hallway and told me that I was too fat to be on their squad. I went home and cried my eyes out that night, later that night I watched this movie about a girl and an eating disorder. I tried anorexia but it didn’t really work out for me with my Swedish Fish addition and all. “London, it is 6:07. You have been up chucking for the past seventeen minutes. Hurry it up already!” My dad exclaimed from the far side of the car as cars sped down the highway.
“Ok, here...” I managed to say as more vomit came up.
Ten minutes later, I achieved to stop throwing up and walked to the car. “Are you finished?” My mom asked me as I struggled to open my door.
“Sure.” I replied.
I finally open my door. “Help into the truck.” I told Brandon as I looked at him queasily.
Brandon reached his hand out to me and weakly grabbed his hand. I pulled up into the car and fell onto the seat. Brandon pulled me the rest of the way into the car. My dad got out of the car and closed my door.
“Finally.” I dad mumbled as he got back into the car.
My mom looked at him and slapped his arm in anger.
“What, Jamie?” He asked. “Stop! Can you not see that your daughter is in distress?” My mom said to my dad in anger as she pointed at me laying down sick. “I was just saying.” My dad repeated as he put the car in drive. “Your right.” My mom said aggravated.
My dad looked at my mom and then at me.
“What are you looking at?” My dad asked me as he pulled onto the highway.
I turned over in my seat.
“Ughh!” I said as I tried my make myself comfortable.
After I became comfortable, I looked up at Brandon. I saw all up in his nose as he looked down at me.
“I need a Sprite and some crackers.” I screamed in the car as I turned back over.
My mom reached down and a Sprite magically appeared. I later realized that the cooler from the back was in between her legs on the floor. My mom picked up a napkin from the cup holder to wipe off the dripping wet Sprite. She handed it to me with the cap off and another napkin. I took the Sprite from her with a trembling hand. I slowly and calmly placed the bottle to my lips and lifted my head up. I swallowed and began to get better but I didn’t act like it.
“Where are my crackers?” I asked. My mom bent down once again. She rambled around for awhile and came back up with a box of saltine crackers. She popped the box open and pulled out a row of crackers. She tore them open and handed them to me. “Thanks.” I said as ate the first cracker.
I looked into space for awhile as I ate my crackers. Then I spotted my bag on the floor and rambled in it to find my phone. I grabbed it but before I took it out of my bag I looked my mom and dad to make sure that they weren’t looking at me. As I took out my phone, I continued to
look at my parents left to right and then I quickly rolled over into the seat. I pressed the button and read that I had ten messages. I gently slid the unlock bar across the phone and typed in my password as I looked at my brother from the top of my eyes. I tapped the SMS app to reply to my messages. I had three from Terry, five from Rudy, and two from Daniel. Rudy and Daniel are the two guys that I am obsessed with. I go to school with both of them and I stare at both of them in the hallways. Especially Daniel. Daniel goes to my church and is the cutest boy ever. He if came up to me and said that he wanted to go out with me, before he could finish walking up to me I would say yes. And Rudy lives down the street from my cousin. Most of the time after church my brother and go over my cousin’s house to play. And my cousin always goes over Rudy’s house to play basketball with him. And I sit on the stairs of Rudy’s house and watch them play.
Terry said on all three messages. I tapped the back button and went to Rudy’s messages.
“Ummm… I was thinking maybe we could go out this weekend.”
The first message read.
“I understand if you don’t want to go out.”
The second, third, and fourth messages read.
“It’s okay to just say no.”
The last message from Rudy said. I tapped the back button and tapped on the messages left me.
“Ummm... I can’t keep it a secret anymore. I really like those Ugg boots that you were wearing today.”
I chuckled as read the first text from Daniel.
“But seriously, I think I have grown feelings for you.”
The last text from Daniel said.
My eyes widened because I was in shock. I didn’t move my eyes for a minute. I stared at the sentence that I had been waiting to hear ever since I laid eyes on Daniel. I quickly replied to his text.
“I have feelings for you also. I think we should go out when I come home from Arizona.”
I typed to Daniel. After I pressed the send button, I looked at the top left hand corner and I had bars, which enabled the message to send. As soon as the message sent, all of my bars disappeared. I got mad and threw my phone down onto the seat, which caught Brandon’s attention.
“Ooooo... I’m telling mom.” Brandon whispered to me. “Don’t tell. Please, I will do anything.” I pleaded to Brandon. “Be ready to clean my room for two weeks when we get home.” Brandon replied with an eager face. “Okie Dokie.” I said in agreement with Brandon.
As we shook hands, my mom turned around to look at both us. We both looked like deers in a headlight.
“What are you guys whispering about back here?” She asked.
Brandon and I looked at each other in panic mode.
“I... We were... Well Brandon asked me was I feeling better.” I managed to say. “Well, Ok.” She said as she turned around.
I looked at Brandon and we laughed with relieve. I looked at my phone because I felt a vibration from the seat. I had a text from Daniel. I did a happy dance on the seat then I reached down to grab my phone.
“Okay… I can’t wait, because we need to talk.”
I was so excited. I had been waiting to hear him say that he feelings for me. I could not wait until we got home, whenever that would be. I got so excited that I went to sleep. In my dream in, I walked into school and Daniel was waiting at the door for me. He walked up to me, kissed me, and grabbed my hand. He walked me to his locker; he opened it and put my stuff in his locker. He gave me his combination and we walked out of the school to my house. We laughed and made jokes the whole way there. When we got the gates of my house, he looked at me in shock.
“I didn’t know you were rich.” He turned to me and said. “Well, I don’t like to brag.” I said.
I felt a pain on the side of my head. I opened my eyes and Brandon was hitting me with a pillow. The pillow was not soft; it felt like a brick. It took me a minute to realize that I was awake and that Brandon was hitting me in the head with a hard pillow. I sat up and realized that Brandon woke me up from a dream with Daniel in it. I slowly turned my head to look at him like the exorcist.
“I’m going to kill you!” I told him. “Oh cell phone.” He said with a grin on his face.
I looked dad’s seat and slid down in my seat. I was about to hurt him. However, he reminded me of my phone. He was using blackmail on me. I was so mad inside but I could not even do anything about it. I looked at my phone in my hand then at Brandon. I was trying to see if hitting Brandon was worth being killed by my dad and seeing my mom kill my dad from heaven.
I kept looking between the two, trying to decide whether I wanted my phone on this trip or whether I wanted to hurt Brandon. I wanted to open his door and push him out of the car. Close the door and look out of the back window to see him roll around on the asphalt. I decided to keep my phone and not hurt Brandon. I wanted to slap him repeatedly until I thought about Daniel and me.
“When are we going home?” I asked. “In about two weeks.” My dad replied. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked. “No. We are going home in two weeks.” My mom repeated. “That is crazy! I have practice next week.” I said. “I’m sorry but we’re not getting home until two weeks from now. “Well, we need to turn around so you can take me home.” I said as I looked at my nails in anger. “Look here. I told you that we were not going home until two weeks from now. Do not make me keep repeating myself. This is a family trip and you are going to enjoy it whether you like it not. If you are not going to say anything nice about this trip, then don’t talk at all.” My mom said getting angry. “That’s why I don’t li...”
We all jarred to the front of the car. My dad had hit an old, rickety truck with garden tools on the bed of the truck. My dad stopped the car but the old truck kept going. My dad quickly got out of the car and began to chase and yell after the truck. I guess all the jogging that my dad does didn’t come in handy for chasing trucks because he gave up. My dad began to walk back to the car when the truck switched to reverse. We all screamed and jumped around to tell dad to run to the car because the reversed truck began to get closer and closer. He turned around and blasted off running to the car. The truck reversed faster. My dad made it to the car and fumbled to open the door as if it was locked. The reversed truck was right in front of the car and my dad still didn’t have the door opened. He would look at the truck and fumble with the door some more. My dad still didn’t have the door open to the car when the truck began reverse left as if he were going to pull up next to us. The reversed truck drove backwards on the left side of the car squeezing my dad. After my dad fell to the ground, the truck sped off yielding onto the highway. As I opened my door to check on my dad, I blinked and looked at my shoes. Brandon tapped me. “What are you doing?” He asked as he looked at me strangely. “Dad just got squeezed...” “Dad is right here.” My dad said confused.
“Go back to sleep.” My mom said. “But I wasn’t...” “Here take this.” My mom said as she handed me a huge, orange pill. “What is this?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it. Just take it.” She said as she handed me a bottle of water.
I looked at the pill and then put it my mouth. I uncapped the bottled water and swallowed the pill. I capped the water and before I could give it to my mom, I was asleep. My mom gave me a extra sleep pill because I woke up two days later.
“What? Wait! Where am I?” I asked when I woke up. “You are in Chinle, Arizona.” My mom said reaching out her arms.
I looked at Brandon and he nodded his head, agreeing to what my mother had said. I looked out of the car and saw thick fog everywhere.
“But we’re taking a break at this gas station.” My mom added.
I peered out of the window on my right and saw an old, cream building. It looked like it had been sitting there for a while. However, it gave me an eerie feeling. I wanted to get out of here as soon as I could. I did not have a good feeling about this place.
“Well, I’ll be back.” My dad said as he got out of the car.
I wanted to jump out of my seat, grab my dad by the arm and scream don’t go. However, I let him go. I watched him jump over the cement platforms connected to the gas pumps. He opened the door to the store and went in. He greeted the cashier and went to the back of the store. I looked to the clock and back at the car at least thirty times and my dad never can from the back of the store. Ten minutes went by and we heard a telephone ring. There was an incoming call to the car. I immediately looked at the ten digits calling. My mom looked at us and pressed the answer option.
“Hello?” My mom asked.
She waited a few seconds.
“Where are you?” she asked in an angry tone.
She tapped the speaker option.
“Umm... I need you to go on without me.”
I realized that it was my dad speaking.
“Why would we do such a thing?” My mom asked looking dead at me. “Just go. I will meet up with you at the hotel. A woman needs my help with her car.” My dad said.
The car was silent. “Okay, Whatever.” My mom replied. “Thank you. Bye.” My dad said before hanging up the phone.
I noticed that there was faint whispering in the background of the conversation. It gave me chills but I thought it might just be the woman he had to help. However, there was only one car at the station and that was ours. My mom got out of the car and slammed the door.
“Dang!” Brandon said as he covered his ears.
My mom opened the driver’s door and hopped into the car. She sat in the seat and took a deep breath. She put on the seatbelt and put her hands on the wheel. She took one last deep breath and put the car in drive. As my mother drove to the old, dusty road, I continued to look into the store. I still didn’t see my dad. I sat back and took a deep breath. My mom drove up to the road, looked both ways as if something was coming then pulled onto the road. I reached down on the floor and grabbed my IPod. I pressed the play option and played a song. At this point, I didn’t care what song I listened to, I just wanted my dad. I continued to look out of the windows. We drove on a totally dark road; There wasn’t a light in sight. We began to slow down and a clinking sound came from the truck. When we stopped, the fog part and we were in the middle of nowhere.
“Oh no. Wrong turn!” My mom cried as she put her head on the wheel with disappointment.
Brandon and I looked at each other trying not to panic.
“What do you mean wrong turn?” I asked.
There was a long silence in the car. My mom turned around and looked at us.
“I think we’re lost.” She said.
We all looked at each other in panic mode.
“Okay, I am going to get out of the car for a breather. I need to calm down. I will be right back.” My mom said.
My mom unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car but before she closed the door she said one more thing.
“Do not leave this car.” She said before she closed the door.
Brandon sat closer to me. We both peered out of my window. My mom was walking around in circles with her hands on her head. She stopped and kicked a huge rock that was on the ground in front of her. She let out a loud scream and squatted on the ground. She began to weep, so I opened my door to go and comfort her.
“Get back into...”
Before she could finish her sentence some kind of bird with large wings flew down and took her.
“Oh my gosh!” I said with my hand on the door handle.
I tried blinking but it didn’t work. It had really happened. Some bird thing came down and jacked my mom. Brandon and I were sitting in the car looking at the spot our mom last stood.
“Mom!” Brandon screamed.
I slammed the door.
“Shut up!” I screamed at Brandon.
Tears ran down his face.
“You have to be brave. Mom and dad are gone. It’s just me and you. We have a lot of food and we do not need to leave yet. Okay.” I told Brandon looking into his eyes.
Brandon grabbed me by the hands.
“I love you, Londy.” Brandon said as he held my hands tightly.
Tears formed in my eyes. I could see the fear and desperation in his eyes. I reached down and grabbed my bag. I pulled out a bag of Swedish Fish and ate my fear away. I looked out of the window at the spot my mom last stood as I ate my Swedish Fish. I ate myself to self to sleep.
I got up and looked at my watch and Brandon. It was 10:26 and I shook Brandon to wake up.
“What? What?” Brandon asked as he woke up. “Did you hear that?” I asked him. “Hear what?” He asked as he rolled over.
Something told me to look to the front of the car. I looked to the front of the car.
“Oh my gosh! It’s mom.” I whispered and pointed to the windshield.
Brandon sat up and looked at the windshield. Brandon quickly opened his door and ran to mom. When he got to the front of the car he covered his mouth with his hand. I slowly opened my door and hopped out of the car. I walked to the front of the car with my eyes closed. I stopped and turned to look at the front of the car. I opened my eyes and saw the back of my mom was carved out. There was nothing there but the front of her.
Brandon took off running.
“Where are you going? I yelled as I began to jog after him.
Brandon continued to run until the birdlike thing landed in front of him. I was about four yards away, so I moved where I couldn’t be seen. I ducked out behind a large boulder. Brandon just stood in front of him waiting for the thing to do something. Somehow I saw the thing’s face. He was gray and had beatty eyes red eyes. He was wearing a long trench coat that covered his feet. He had a turtleneck shirt on which covered his nose and mouth.
“Why did you do that to my mom?” Brandon asked the flying monster, pointing at our mom lying on the car windshield.
I looked over the mountain of rocks and I saw the old, rickety truck that my dad hit.
I looked from the truck to Brandon. The thing had removed the part of his shirt that covered his nose and mouth. The thing was licking Brandon with its incredibly long tongue. Its tongue looked slimy as it licked Brandon. Brandon clutched the zipper of his jacket. I stood up to see the situation better.
“Don’t hurt my brother, you ugly monster!” I screamed as I threw rocks from where I was standing.
It looked my way, hissed at me then grabbed Brandon. As soon as its wing went around Brandon it flew up. I ran to where they were standing and looked up.
“No!” I screamed as I fell to my knees.
I put my head to my knees and cried. I had seen my little brother be taken by some monster flying thing. I stood up and wiped the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. I began to walk toward the direction I though the gas station might be. I wanted my dad. I heard something drop behind me. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to see what it was. The thing was standing right in front of me. I looked at it in its beatty eyes for thirty seconds (I was counting). I turned around and ran as hard as I could. It flew up and landed in front of me again. It turned its head to the right, so I kicked it. It grabbed my left leg and tried to fly upwards but with my loose foot I kicked it in its face. It dropped me and I dropped four yards to the ground.
“Ouch.” I said when I landed on a rock.
The thing flew down and calmly walked toward me. I began to scoot backwards on the rocky ground. I turned around to look at the car. I got up and ran as it continued to walk. I opened my door and found my cell phone but before I could close the door, it pulled me by the legs out of the car onto the ground. It pulled me up by my hair. I repeatedly jabbed it in its face with my phone until he threw me.
I pushed up from the ground. As I tried to get up, I looked around on the ground and found a flat, sharp pointed rock. I hid it in my sleeve and I looked up. It was walking towards me with death in his eyes. I stood up and took a deep breath. I pulled the rock down a little into my hand and ran toward it. I ran dead up to it and as I was about to stab it, it put its hands in the air as if he were going to hit me across my head. I drove the rock into his lower right stomach. It let out a loud cry. I took out the rock and it fell to its knees. I continued to stab the monster until it did not move at all. Its eyes were fixated on me. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and began to walk toward the gas station. I looked up at the moon. It was a full moon and it was beautiful. I looked down from the moon because I saw a light in the distance. I began to jog, to see if the building I saw was the gas station. It was. I ran all the way there and opened the door. There was no one sitting behind the register and I looked all over the store for the bathrooms. There was only one restroom. I walked up to the door and turned the knob to open the door. The door wouldn’t open. I put my shoulder against the door and pushed as hard as I could and the door opened. And in the middle of a puddle of blood was my dad’s head.
“Oh Gosh!” I said trying not to cry or throw up.
I turned away from the door gagging. I held my stomach and mouth as I walked to the entrance of the store. I pushed the door open and the flying monster landed in front of me. It pulled out a machete and with a swing, it cut my head off.
And the bell rang for third period.
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