"Are you ready to go, Carmen?" Lauren burst into my room before the sun was even up.

"Dude, no one is going to be here until 9, calm down," I mumbled.

"Are you even packed?"

"Mostly."

"And by mostly you mean you still have a bag to pack so get up," She said, knowing me all too well. I blame it on the twin telepathy.

She flicked on the light, and I hide my face in the pillow, trying not to fall back asleep. Once the light wasn't blinding, I dragged myself out of my bed and down the hall to the empty bathroom. There I showered and grabbed the last minute items I needed for the trip.

I had been waiting for this trip all year. Me, my twin sister Lauren and our seven best friends were about to take a road trip across the country to celebrate our newly gained freedom from just graduating high school. We had been saving and planning this for almost a year now and it was finally being set into motion.

My excitement grew as I pulled on an orange tank top and jean short shorts before sitting down in front of my mirror and brushing my long dark hair out and adding hair product to tame the curls.

The early morning summer sun had already started to leak into my room and heat it up through the balcony window as I applied minimal makeup and then started throwing last second necessities and accessories into a bag.

By the time I had finished packing and triple checking, Lauren had come bouncing back into my room, dressed similarly in denim short shorts and a red tank top. If it wasn't for the fact that I died my hair a dark mahogany color, no one would be able to tell us apart.

"Are you ready?" She asked again.

"Yup," I nodded and grabbed both my bags, following her down the stairs. I dropped the bags at the front door next to Lauren's then ventured into the kitchen for breakfast before everyone started showing up.

"Do you girls have everything ready to go?" Our mom asked us as we helped ourselves to the pile of pancakes she had made.

"Mhmm," I mumbled while shoving food into my mouth and Lauren nodded.

"Remember, don't talk to strangers, or pick up any hitch hikers." She began to lecture.

I sighed dramatically, "Mom, really? We're 19; I think we know not to do anything extremely stupid."

"Plus, I don't think there'd be any room left in the van with all nine of us in it to pick up hitch hikers," Lauren joked.

Mom opened her mouth to say something when three people entered the kitchen. One of them was my best friend Cassie. We had been best friends since the third grade when she shared her play-doh with me and we threw it at all the people we didn't like. She was tall, thin and extremely tanned, partly because of her being Spanish and partly because she was one of those people who loved being outside. She had long, black, naturally straight hair that I would kill for instead of curls and dark brown eyes to match.

"Yes! We made it in time for breakfast!" Cassie said, pumping her fist in the air and looking at mom, "Do you mind?"

"Go ahead," She smiled.

I laughed then turned my attention to the other two people who had come in with Cassie. My heart fluttered at the sight of my boyfriend. James Tyler was one of the hottest guys at school and he was all mine. He stood at a towering 6'3 compared to my vertical challenge of 5'4, with dark hair with just the right amount of gel to spike it. His dark eyes were the color of melted chocolate and his smile was flawless. And don't even get me started about his body.

I skipped across the kitchen into his arms, giving him a slight peck on the lips since my mom was still in the kitchen.

"I wish I would be greeted like that," Steven complained.

"Aw is someone tired of being single?" I teased.

"Maybe you'll find some hot blonde bomb shell on the trip," Lauren said, putting her plate in the dishwasher.

"Or you could get it on with Lauren or Cassie in the back of the van," I joked.

"Nah, I think Lauren's got her heart set on finding some sun kissed country boy who can play two cords on a guitar," Cassie said.

"That I do," Lauren agreed.

Once Cassie was done pigging out we all headed out to the van that James had brought over. The nine of us has all pitched in to buy it just for this trip. It was one of those 15 passenger vans with almost no windows.

"How am I supposed to pick up chicks in a pedo van?" Steven asked.

"You could always walk," I grinned, tossing my bags into the back.

He stuck his tongue out at me as he climbed into the driver's side, taking the first driving shift.

"To Ashleigh's to pick her and Michelle up," Lauren answered, getting into the passenger's seat.

I took the very backseat with James and Cassie to make it easier for everyone else to get in. Steven pulled out of the drive way and headed in the direction of Ashleigh's house.

"How is this driving schedule supposed to work if only 6 of us have our licences?" Cassie asked.

"Uh, I guess Ashleigh, Chris and Pat will just have to pay a little extra for gas," I suggested.

The rest of the drive was quiet but the atmosphere was buzzed and excited.

Ashleigh and Michelle stood waiting on the front porch as Steven pulled up. They both toss their bags into the back and then got in. Ashleigh removed her designer sunglasses, putting them on the top of her head. Her light brown hair was pulled into a high pony tail but her side bangs still hung into her hazel eyes. She wore a simple summer dress with a cute floral pattern, opposed to the usual ugly ones most dresses had.

Michelle's short blonde hair that she had recently cut into a layered bob was still wet from her shower, dripping down and leaving wet spots in her t-shirt.

"I have the cell phone," She said before tossing it in the net that hung between Steven and Lauren that also held chips and other food for the road.

We had all agreed while planning this trip that we weren't going to bring cell phones or electronics other than a single cell phone to use in emergencies only. This trip was to enjoy our freedom, not drag useless drama from back home with us.

"Oh hey, since you aren't driving, do you mind pitching a little extra in for gas?" I asked Michelle.

"Not a problem," She smiled then pulled out a book.

Ten minutes later Steven pulled up in front of our final stop and Chris and Patrick got into the van.

"Aw yeah!" Chris cheered, "This trip is going to be amazing! I've got enough weed to last us the entire trip."

"Hell yes!" Steven grinned at the same time Lauren scoffed, "Did you really bring weed on this trip?"

"Of course," He nodded, "Why wouldn't I?"

Chris was your regular pot head but at first glance, you probably couldn't tell. He reminded me of a golden retriever with his shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes with that mischievous look in them.

"Alright! Let's get this show on the road!" James grinned as Steven drove towards the nearest exit out of the city.

I had a good feeling about this trip. What better way to kick off summer than to travel across the country with your best friends and boyfriend? What could go wrong?

-x-

Okay this chapter is lame but it'll get better I swear.

Without given too much away, I just want to point out that this is a horror/thriller story, so if you can't handle disturbing descriptions and details, then this story is not for you.

Also, as you can tell, this one isn't a bandom story/fan fic because I couldn't bring myself to write about killing my favorite band members. But I hope you enjoy it either way. Leave me feedback C: