Chapter 8—never giving up
Noah's point of view
After we drove for about 3 hours, we finally made it to the US border. Then it hit me—no, obviously not the Ambassador bridge—"You have your passport, right?" I remembered putting mine with my driver's license, as I usually did, but I wasn't sure if Duncan would have thought to bring his. The look on his face told me something—he definitely hadn't. I sighed, "Well, how the heck do you expect to go from one country to another without proof that you can actually go into that country?" I asked, not even trying to hide the irritation in my voice. "Well, I didn't know we'd be heading to the USA when I left!"
"You could have asked me to stop at your place so you could get your passport!"
"My mom doesn't know that I'm looking for Courtney!"
"You could have said that you and a friend were heading to Detroit for the day!"
"We're not friends!"
"I realize that—that would be the point of lying!"
"You could have said that!"
"It doesn't sound right saying 'you could have lied to her and said'!"
"Good point."
"I thought so."
We were so busy arguing that I didn't think to pull away from the border, and I had already pulled up to the bridge. "Oh, now look what you did! If you hadn't been arguing with me, I would have pulled away!" I exclaimed. Okay, I realize that it wasn't his fault I wasn't paying attention, but I was frustrated!
As we drove up, we saw another familiar face "Gwen?" Duncan asked. "Yeah, I got stuck here after my first year of collage." So they caught up for, what, to me, seemed like an hour even though I know it was about 1 minute—we found out she was engaged to Trent "Well, bozo here forgot his passport…" I interrupted. "Oh, right. Well, I'm not technically supposed to do this, but go on through." She said; the engagement ring on her finger shining as she pressed the button to send the gate up. "Thanks!" Duncan called before I pushed on the gas pedal, sending us into the USA.
Duncan's point of view
So, we made it into the USA, I felt pretty smart; but then the bookworm thought of something I didn't; once again. "Um…" he said looking like he suddenly realized something pretty dang important. "What?" I asked him, wondering what could be wrong now "How are we gonna get back into Canada if you still don't have a passport?" I thought about this for a moment. Then I had a brilliant idea; "Could I get a passport here?" I asked, Noah thought for a moment "Well, I'm pretty sure it's legal, so we can actually have it done, but I'll have to double check; it is a pretty good idea though—I'll give you that much." He told me. So, we drove off to a photo studio to ask if it was legal.
So it turned out that it was legal for me to get a passport here… If I familiarized myself with the laws of the USA.
Courtney's point of view
I looked at the girl who sat next to me. She had long black hair, brown eyes, a pointy nose, she looked like she was of Indian descent, and was really, really thin. She was pretty; I'd give her that, but her personality… Well, she was too sarcastic for my liking, but I talked to her for a while; she has an IQ of 150! At first, I thought this girl had everything—but I found out she's awful in athletics and has almost no talent. But I still felt inferior with an IQ of 130, talent, being average at sports and an amazing voice. She said as little as possible; I guess she was just scared…
And writer's block strikes again! So Courtney doesn't know that Marshal is Noah's sister, Noah and Duncan still haven't gotten to Chris, and I am a supporter or Gwen and Trent! Take that you evil Gwen and Duncan fans! JK! You're not evil… just… I don't agree lol! I want to thank everyone who's been reviewing and subscribing, because that's pretty much what keeps me writing. But I'm still sad to admit that no one has guessed who's REALLY behind this... But you gave me a few ideas I'll use later... I honestly thought everyone would be guessing exactly who it actually is... IT'S SO MESSED UP! YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE IT! Muah ha ha ha...
