My name is chris bisson. And my life is a living hell. Everything and everyone is annoying me. Take last year, in sixth grade when people just annoyed me for the hell of it. Well, its summer break and I'm going on a trip for the summer. A road trip. My parents died in a crash a couple years back, so Im living alone. I packed up my clunky laptop and my old iPad, my plushes, and my parents money from their will, and hopped on my bike to take a ride South to the highway so I could hop on the back of a truck and hitch a ride. I live in Brunswick Maine, so that entailed biking down to the Kennebunk service plaza.
It was going to be a long ride, so I started out about 8:00 PM so I could hop on a truck unnoticed. It took me a few hours to get there, because I had to take the back roads because bikes aren't allowed on the highway. I finally made it down to the service plaza about 12:00 AM. I got a pizza from Sabarros and ate it in the food court. Then I found a pickup truck with florida plates. They read 3418-TZ. I then hopped on the bed and laid down. I didn't mean to, but I promptly fell asleep. I didn't hear it, but the engine roared to life.