The very second they stepped foot in America, Jen screamed in the crowded airport "THEY FOUND ME! OH GOD, SOME ONE HELP ME! THEY FOUND ME! THEY'RE GONNA TAKE ME BACK! PLEASE DON'T LET THEM! I DON'T WANNA GO BACK! HELP ME PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO BE TESTED ON AGAIN!" She then burst out laughing as the security gaurds chased after her.

After making a daring escape by jumping out a window and hovering down, she ran off into an alley. Emily groaned, grabbed their bags and chased after her. On her way out, she ran into a raven American that went by the name of Dave. After apologizing for nearly bareling him over, Emily found out that the Government sent him to welcome the two Canadians into their country. She told him of her delema and he agreed to help her find Jen.

When they did find her, she was growling and fighting a fat kid over a big pack of Skittles. Men stood at the side, betting money on who they thought the winner would be. Emily joined in on the bidding, and, of course, she bid on Jen. Everyone else bid on the fat kid.

Boy, did they ever feel stupid when Jen started to foam at the mouth and bit the fat kids arm off that was holding the pack of Skittles. She laughed as the kids was rushed off to the hospital and assault charges were placed on her...

On the bright side, Emily became rich.

Dave, who didn't like the weird atmosphere that was going on, decided to take the girls to Whispering Oaks. It wasn't Disney Land, but it was still fun.

They were having a blast going on every ride until they hit the Tunnel of Love. "DAYMN!"

"What's wrong Jen?"

"We can't go on this ride."

"And why is that?"

"Beeecaaaaaauuuuuussssseeeee," Jen sighed, feeling like she had to explain everything to Emily, "we're in the South. They don't accept gays in the South."

"You don't know that."

"Wanna bet?"

"No! You'll win!"

"HA!" Jen smiled triumphantly, "you just admited I was right!"

"DAMNIT!"

Stumpped, the two girls thought for abit, then jumped when they felt a finger tap their shoulders. They spun, Jen's elbow coming up to fend off the "attacker." Emily grabbed her elbow before it could make contact with the persons face. A brunett and a ginger stood behind them, the ginger covered in scars and bandages, the brunett holding a camera. "Howdy little ladies. Myh names Ellis, and this is ma buddy Kieth. We over heard your really loud argument and decided to help you."

"Will this help involve Skittles?"

"Noooo?"

"THEN WE DON'T WANT YOUR HE- OW! WHAT THE FUCK EMILY!" Emily had smacked Jen in the back of her head.

"Please ignore her, I'm pretty sure she was a failed abortion."

"HEY!" Emily ignored Jen.

"So what is your plan?"

"We sit beside you two while you go through."

"That actually might work."

Jen was sitting beside Kieth, with Emily and Ellis in the swan boat behind them. Ellis was laughing as Kieth bugged Jen, while Emily rolled her eyes at her friends over reacting to the minor insults. After a particulary funny insult, Emily couldn't handle it anymore, and brought her hand up to catch the escaping giggles. The two heard a scream, and saw Jen sitting alone in the swan boat, Kieth over board, and Jen forcing his head to stay down. "Ви син сука! Що ти сказав! Я вб'ю тебе! Ви ублюдок! Ти помер! Ви мене чуєте? Mертвий!*" Jen screeched, switching to a language she rarely spoke. Ellis was shaking so badly, causing Emily to take the camera from him.

"You're his best friend! How can you stand watching this?" Emily stared at Ellis.

"You hav' ta admit, he was askin' for it." Emily just nodded her head.

Needless to say, they had to shut the ride down to stop Jen from killing the poor hick. When the police tried to catch her, she ran on the roller coaster. By the time the police finally caught her, Ellis was out of tape for filming.

Ellis ended bailing her out, only to recieve a metal cup being thrown at his head and being kicked.

After recieving the girls hotel number, he promised to send them a copy of the tape, and left them at the front doors of the Hotel.

After the girls took a shower, they changed and went to bed, Jen mumbling something about zombies and growling.

A/N: SOOOOOO sorry for taking so long to update, but I had to wrestle a Tank sized writers block.

That weird language up there? Thats ukrainian. I know some, but I used google tranlsate for that. It says this =You son of a bitch! What you said! I'll kill you! You bastard! You dead! You hear me? Dead!

And since I'm so late up dating this, I'll give you two extra chapters with this!

YAY!