Hi Guys! I am trying to write but school and plays are taking over. I am the Grinch and Santa in two different plays so tons of lines! Anyways, the following is a collaboration with MisMysterious(JordanKurpita) Who you can find on Wattpad!
Chapter 1: The Drive
Tim Sniper engaged in a drunk stupor, was driving the old broken jalopy down the gravel road and was reaching for the vodka. Adelaide Sniper on the other hand, was clinging to the stolen backseat and giving prayers to a God she didn't believe in. "Dad! You can't cut through like that!" she called, waving her hands frantically.
"Huh? Whasat?" Lauren Sniper mumbled, waking up from her drunk trance. "Swaaa-hee-teaaa, whereee duhhhh vodkkkaaaa."she slurred, hands missing the vodka jar every time she reached out.
Suddenly the car jarred to a stop. Adelaide opened her closed eye and looked around. What had he stopped for?
"Dad... why'd you stop?" she said, curling her pink hair around her finger.
"Errr... kangaroo... No time...Buy gold..." he mumbled, trying to open his eyes. Then her father started to snarl and she rolled her eyes. "THE COPS ARE COMING." she called into his ear.
Immediately, he jarred up and looked around. "I DIDN'T STEAL NO VODKA, I SWEAR!" he cried out. Then, he sighed and started the old jalopy up again, starting another hour of pure terror.
After 2 hours of crashing, cliff jumping, tree cutting and pee breaks, the Sniper family jalopy rolled onto the drive-way of the lot, barely in one piece.
Adelaide ran out and kissed the muddy ground. "Oh, divine one, praise thee!" she called out. "Ground... I missed you."
She looked around, trying to find her friends car. She found it no time, because...well it was pretty hard to miss.
Out of all the average cars and vans, was a clean, white 1967 Chevy Impala. No dents or dirt could be seen on that hot piece of work.
The Crowley's were a average, rich family, who were right under the word average in the dictionary. (Apparently, Mr. Crowley knows a guy at Oxford.)
What you could point out about them, was their matching outfits. Today they were dressed in the utmost elegance, showing off a collection of black and white stripes and spots.
Adelaide emptied her old jalopy and took out the suitcases. She's tried to sniff out all of the hidden alcohol, but could only find 15 bottles. They had hidden the other 25 very well.
She sighed and dragged the big leather suitcases down the hill, towards a black hooded sweat shirt guy teenager, with his skull headphones plugged in.
"Hey!" she called out, waving frantically with her free hand. No response was given. "HEY!" she called out, but only louder. She was getting ticked off by the very second.
"GIVE ME YOUR ATTENTION, YOU FREAKIN' IDIOT!" she yelled into the ear she took to headphone out. "OW!" Raven cried out. "What the he-double hockey stick was that for?!" he said rubbing his ear.
Adelaide sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes, a casual way of looking around without moving her head. She could see a elder woman with rainbow coloured hair, making her way up the hill. A Feet, that made you think this woman was wonder-woman, for reaching the top.
"Well hello-hello!" she said greeting the two odd-looking families and shaking Bob Crowley's hand harder then needed. "I'm Barbra Barbra! But you can just call me Mother Barbra! Welcome to Camp Poreas!"
"A pleasure to meet you!" Ruby Crowley said with a nod.
Mrs. Sniper just goggled her eyes and scratched her head, looking like a purple-haired zombie. "One question." she said straightening up. "Do you have beer?" Mrs. Sniper said, putting on her non-drunk persona.
"Oh-no! I believe alcohol isn't permitted on the premises!" she said with an annoying smile. Mrs. Sniper just glared at her, standing there in a bout of depression.
"C'mon sweetie, were going." she said, grabbing Adelaide's wrist. "BUT MA-AAA!" Adelaide moaned, trying to drag her mother down.
"I'll help!" Raven exclaimed, holding onto Adelaide. "COME ON TIM!" Mrs. Sniper called out. Tim, who was dazed by all the moment, snapped out of it and grabbed his wife's hand. It was a tug of war, between two teenagers and two drunken adults, what could go wrong?
"SQUASH!"
Raven looked to see what he had stepped in, and realized it was just a toadstool. "Ooh... shouldn't have done that, dearie." Mother Barbra said, gasping.
"?ton yhw" he said. The moment the word's left his lips, he gasped and put his hand on his mouth. "R-Raven... did you just talk..." Adelaide stammered.
".did I sey, seY ... ?sdrawkcaB" he said, astounded. Everybody looked at him, amazed and puzzled. Adelaide stood there.
What did she just get herself into?
