Race To The Death
INTRO
First of all, I want to say that this story came from a dream of mine. Let me introduce the characters of my story: Me (Daphna Gregory), my older sister Annabelle (whom everyone called Ann), my mom Ella, and my dad Mark. Our associates are a family of three: my friend Sophia Murray and her parents (Marina and David). Bradin Westerly and Ava Gregory are my cousins; they're just friends with the Murrays.
CHAPTER 1
"Let's go already! You all are the slowest bunch of people! I'm tired of waiting!" My mom was standing there while all of us were running around, getting prepared for the trip. My family and our friends were very excited to visit our cousins, Bradin Westerly and his aunt Ava Gregory. My family and the Murrays lived in San Diego, California. We were touring across the United States, and our last concert would be in Foxborough, Massachusetts. We were also going to make this trip interesting: It would be a race. There were two teams, and each would get their own bus. Annabelle and I were on Team One, and Marina, David, Sophia, and my parents were on Team Two.
"Mark, you can shave off that beard in Nevada, before our Las Vegas show!"
"I refuse to wait a week!"
"Tough --" Annabelle bit her lip to prevent herself from uttering a swear word. She was anxious, and a little frustrated that the 'getting-ready' process was taking so long. BLAST! I blasted my pink horn, and all eyes were on me.
"Now, let's go outside, and load our bags into our buses, and go!" We all attempted to squeeze ourselves, dragging our luggage into one doorway, and down 'I-don't-even-know-how-many-flights-of-stairs'.
"Ann, move your—"
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" My girly high-pitched shriek echoed through the building. As I bumped into Ann, who tripped over Sophia, who sent everyone else falling like dominoes down the stairs.
"Let's put the mattress over here by the last stair, then—"
"Whoa—" The Sleepy's manager and crew of movers dropped the mattress in shock of seeing seven people falling down the stairs and flopping on the mattress.
"Well, that was lucky," pointed out David with a silly grin. The Sleepy's crew helped us all up, and we walked out of the building with our bags. We walked towards the buses, groaning about how much falling down about twenty stories hurt.
"Ok, let's say our goodbyes—" VROOM! Ann and I hadn't noticed how our opponents had hurled their stuff in the bus and driven off that quickly. Ann caught on, and we chucked our bags on the front bus seat, and drove away.