So we waited until we got into Vermont, and than we did it again. That we saw flashing lights. We pulled over. I said oh crap were it trouble. Our driver got out of the car. The police drove passed us. I sighed in relief. Than I looked at the hood smoke was rising out. Than our driver slammed the hood. He was smoking. He said that there was a problem with the spark plug. It blew. I thought about the backpack in the back. It had a spark plug. But nobody knew how to put one in. I work at a garage so I knew how to put one in. so I did it. I put the spark plug in the car idled. I took it out and put it back in. the van started. We rode home. And we tormented this kid so bad. His name is Wesley. We were throwing stuff into the back of his afro. And than Marylyn turned around. If there was a wicked witch of the west in real life she would
Be it. What are you doing back there do you want to spend all morning cleaning the floor. "No but Wesley would like to". Ok Wesley thank you for volunteering. He woke up " your welcome" We plugged in my portable speakers into my MP3. The first song that turned on was one of my favorite songs by Guns and Roses. "back of". If I didn't stop that song the next word world have gotten us into more trouble than we already were in. "Turn that music down, if I here that music get turned up loud again, I will throw that gadget thing out the window". My friend joel who is a bigger loud mouth than I am, said "what I cant hear you. I don't have my hearing aid on"
"shut up joel your going to get us in trouble".
"ok matt it is your stop you are lucky that it is you stop or I would of". The dorr shut. And than that was the end on my almost illegal trip