Since everyone else says this so will I- I do not own the 7th Heaven
characters and played no part in creating them. They were created by Brenda
Hampton. I will not profit from their use. And oh yes, imitation is the
highest form of flattery.
The following is an altered version of the "slow speed chase" story from Season 6. Maybe it makes more sense and maybe not.
"Now's your chance! Grandpa has fallen asleep! Pull over!" shouted Ruthie.
"Of course I'm going to pull over!" answered Simon. He had wanted to stop as soon as the first police cruiser flashed his lights at him, but Grandpa kept jamming his foot down on the accelerator and ordering him to keep going. He tried reasoning with Grandpa but he was adamant, insisting they weren't doing anything wrong. Simon loved his grandfather, but it was obvious he was starting to lose his mind. Now as he slowed down, Simon just hoped he would be able to explain the situation to the cops.
As he slowed to a jogging pace, a very young man ran alongside the car. He opened the door and jumped into the back seat, jostling Ruthie and the twins to the side.
"Excuse me!" huffed Ruthie.
"Keep driving!" The young man ordered. When Simon hesitated, the young man brandished a shiny revolver. "Do as I say or I'll use this!"
"Look man, I'm in enough trouble already. Why don't you just take my money and leave us alone?"
The young man stared at Simon. " Don't you remember me, Simon? We were friends at one time." Simon glanced over his shoulder and a look of recognition crossed his face.
"Oh it's you, Mick. I'm surprised you got out of jail so soon."
"Yeah, well I just told them all of the things they wanted to hear. I'm not angry anymore, I don't want to hurt anyone, bringing the gun to school was a stupid mistake. They bought it, and I'm out on probation."
Simon gestured towards Mick's piece. "Well obviously that was all a lie! Who are you thinking of shooting now? And what do you need us for?"
"I saw you driving on TV and I saw the perfect opportunity. You've got cameras following you everywhere. Now I'll get the publicity I need!"
"For what?" asked Simon, exasperated.
"People have to learn. If you push us around too much there will be payback. You'll end up dead!"
"Dude, that's not going to work. Other kids have done the same thing and people are still getting teased. It's human nature- you can't stop it!"
"You don't understand what it's like for me!" Mick began to raise his voice. "I can't ignore things the way most people can. The smallest things hurt me right to the core. And they don't care! How can someone enjoy someone else's pain like that?"
"It's how you react, man," Simon answered, trying to use a calm tone, " I heard what they called you and it's just lame. Everybody gets dished out the same stupid stuff, but it's the way you flip out about it that keeps them coming back. I know you've heard this before, but just ignore them and they'll go away."
"No, there's only one way to get people to listen." He paused, then with a lower voice," People listen to the Camdens in this town. That's what I need you for. People will listen and people will remember- when everyone in this car is killed. On live TV."
Simon and Ruthie's jaws dropped and looked at each other in wide-eyed fear.
To be continued...
The following is an altered version of the "slow speed chase" story from Season 6. Maybe it makes more sense and maybe not.
"Now's your chance! Grandpa has fallen asleep! Pull over!" shouted Ruthie.
"Of course I'm going to pull over!" answered Simon. He had wanted to stop as soon as the first police cruiser flashed his lights at him, but Grandpa kept jamming his foot down on the accelerator and ordering him to keep going. He tried reasoning with Grandpa but he was adamant, insisting they weren't doing anything wrong. Simon loved his grandfather, but it was obvious he was starting to lose his mind. Now as he slowed down, Simon just hoped he would be able to explain the situation to the cops.
As he slowed to a jogging pace, a very young man ran alongside the car. He opened the door and jumped into the back seat, jostling Ruthie and the twins to the side.
"Excuse me!" huffed Ruthie.
"Keep driving!" The young man ordered. When Simon hesitated, the young man brandished a shiny revolver. "Do as I say or I'll use this!"
"Look man, I'm in enough trouble already. Why don't you just take my money and leave us alone?"
The young man stared at Simon. " Don't you remember me, Simon? We were friends at one time." Simon glanced over his shoulder and a look of recognition crossed his face.
"Oh it's you, Mick. I'm surprised you got out of jail so soon."
"Yeah, well I just told them all of the things they wanted to hear. I'm not angry anymore, I don't want to hurt anyone, bringing the gun to school was a stupid mistake. They bought it, and I'm out on probation."
Simon gestured towards Mick's piece. "Well obviously that was all a lie! Who are you thinking of shooting now? And what do you need us for?"
"I saw you driving on TV and I saw the perfect opportunity. You've got cameras following you everywhere. Now I'll get the publicity I need!"
"For what?" asked Simon, exasperated.
"People have to learn. If you push us around too much there will be payback. You'll end up dead!"
"Dude, that's not going to work. Other kids have done the same thing and people are still getting teased. It's human nature- you can't stop it!"
"You don't understand what it's like for me!" Mick began to raise his voice. "I can't ignore things the way most people can. The smallest things hurt me right to the core. And they don't care! How can someone enjoy someone else's pain like that?"
"It's how you react, man," Simon answered, trying to use a calm tone, " I heard what they called you and it's just lame. Everybody gets dished out the same stupid stuff, but it's the way you flip out about it that keeps them coming back. I know you've heard this before, but just ignore them and they'll go away."
"No, there's only one way to get people to listen." He paused, then with a lower voice," People listen to the Camdens in this town. That's what I need you for. People will listen and people will remember- when everyone in this car is killed. On live TV."
Simon and Ruthie's jaws dropped and looked at each other in wide-eyed fear.
To be continued...
