Our station wagon jiggled down the highway, letting out bountiful puffs of smoke and making horrible shitting noises. My brothers, Sam and Michael, and I sat squished together in the backseat even though someone could have sat in the passenger seat; we did this so that if we were to crash, we could use each other as cushions. It was great.
Our mother, Lucy, sat in the front, hysterically laughing at nothing and loudly counting the pebbles on the road instead of watching it. On second thought, maybe that's why we sat in the back. She kept switching the radio station on and off, and we would have said something, but the car's diarrhea noises drowned our voices out.
"Look, kids; we're here!" she said, swerving all over the road as she pointed to the sign that read 'Santa Carla.'
"Let's hope we make it to Grandpa's house in one piece…" Michael said just above the noise.
"I like geese, too!" our mom screamed.
I rolled by perfect, sparkling eyes. I had long perfect hair that went perfectly with them and an impossible, perfect model-like body. Did I mention that I'm perfect? For a nickname, my family sometimes calls me "Mary Sue." I'm not sure why. Anyway, we soon made it to grandpa's house and I'm just going to skip that part because I don't care what you think.
Eventually, my family decided to abandon our weirdo grandpa for the evening and venture down to the boardwalk. Mom offered us all a ride but, picturing all of the other kids our age watching us roll up in that whack ass station wagon with our mom driving, we decided against it.
Luckily, Michael owns a motorcycle/dirt-bike thing. Who knows what that thing is called. I was actually up for just walking but Michael said that we could all fit – although, he left out the part about… the wagon. He got a rope and tied it to the back of his dirt-bike and then tied it to a rusty red wagon he found in grandpa's garage. I climbed in as Sam and Michael got on the bike. He sped away and the wagon flew into the air (with me in it) and I screamed. It wasn't any better when I landed. I felt every pebble as the wagon zoomed behind his bike and I bounced around, still hollering.
We neared the boardwalk and it was dark. People were starring. I was like what but I still screamed loudly. When we finally came to a halt Michael got off his bike to help me out of the wagon but I was like "Stop!" I couldn't have these people thinking that I couldn't stand up by myself. I was an independent woman who didn't need a man. I did a caterpillar roll out of the wagon and stood, looking around at all the people that were staring. I put my hands up and waved them like I didn't care to show them that I didn't care and they got the message and stopped staring. Michael and Sam clapped for me because they were so impressed.
I walked inside a nearby movie store because I saw a group of hot guys go in there. They looked like vampires or something. Once I got in there I looked at them and giggled loudly so they would notice me. They did. I said, "Ohmygosh you guys totally followed me in here!" I thought I saw them shaking their heads but I must have been hallucinating. Suddenly, I accidentally threw myself into a huge rack of movies and knocked them all over the floor. "What have u done?!" They store owner guy hollered. I said "What?" and pretended like I couldn't hear him and I threw a magic smoke thing and made my escape.
That was my first day.