"It was a graveyard smash! He did the mash. It got caught on in a flash. He did the mash! He did the monster mash!"
"Aaaah woooooh! Aaaah! Woooh! Ah ah ah woooh!"
What did you think of my mashing? Pretty good right? I decided to get into the spirit of Halloween and sing this song for you because Santa knows that you have not heard it enough.
Spanishchica- I have different ideas that feel half-assed. If you want to start a fan fiction than all you need to do is find a typing document (I use Microsoft Word), make your story, listen to the editor on the typing document, and proofread. Although, I will admit that I've been lazy with my proofreading.
I'm takinnames- Gosh you scared me for a second there but I will hug you back *hugs back*.
FloraIrmaTylee- Thanks! I'm a big fan of your fictions btw!
DisneyAddictGirl- That is a good question… Can I get back to you in a few minutes of thinking time?
PrancerDancer- Whoa slow down girly, now bits and pieces are going to hit me and I doubt anybody else wants to get hit with explosion bits.
WolfieRed23- Thank you! You just brightened my day! Best All Hallow's Evening ever!
Whoa, that took a while! Enjoy!
Chapter 11Jack
An hour after I had left Rapunzel's house, I heard doors slam across the street. I had a distinct feeling that Rapunzel was mixed up in that.
I shoved on my snow boots and take off down the stairs. I stop below Rapunzel's window and a memory of reading the Brothers Grimm Rapunzel. Yeah… how is that supposed to help me in life? Sure, she has long hair, but still, it is not twenty feet long! I notice the vines and mentally face palm. Well duh! Climb dumb-dumb! I grip the vines and pull my body up. The stems cut into my palms and sweat slides down my brow. Yet I have only climbed up ten feet.
I manage to not fall off and I climb to Rapunzels window. I grip the edges and pull up with all my might. It swings open and I grapple in.
"Mother stop this!" I hear Rapunzel yell. I hear another door slam.
Gothel's decibels rise higher than Rapunzel's, "You're the one that started this! If you don't love me than get out!" I look around the room and notice things missing in closet and desk. I step down the stairs, quietly. I see Rapunzel behind a fallen suitcase with her shoulders shaking. Gothel's fists are tightened and I can see rage and heartbreak written across her face.
"Please, Mother…" Rapunzel whimpers, holding out to the imposter of a mother.
Gothel points to the door "Get out! Go live with your parents if you really hate me!" She struts to the suitcase and tosses it at Rapunzel who teeters back from the sudden weight.
Rapunzel tries one last time, "Mother…" Gothel turns away from the blonde girl and Rapunzel straightens her back and marches out to her old truck.
I race around the hall and into Rapunzel's now abandoned room and climb down the vines in a hurry. Rapunzel is just sitting in the truck, a hand over her face. I walk to the truck and open the shotgun door.
"Hey," I say softly. I sit next to Rapunzel and I watch her shoulders shake. She turns and hugs me, her tears blending into my blue jacket. Her wailing muffled. I kiss her head and we stay like this for several minutes. Finally she pulls away, her warmth going with her.
She smiles but it does not reach her eyes, "So… are we about ready to leave?"
Leave? She wants to leave now. Then I remember that she does not have a place to stay other wise.
"Let me just go get my suitcase," I say. I'd already filled a suitcase since I didn't know when we were leaving. I ran to my house and picked up my suitcase full of necessities. I carry my suitcase and Rapunzel turns the keys.
Somehow I know this will happen and the truck clicks and dies. "No! Not now! Not today!" Rapunzel cries.
I place a hand on her arm, "Its okay. We'll find a way there."
Rapunzel looks up, "Don't you have a car?"
"No," I say bluntly. "We only have the Lexus and Manny has to use it to get to where he's going."
She nods, "I guess we only have one option… or two."
"What is that?"
She looks up with a smile, "Abort the idea or take the bus."
Rapunzel
Honestly, I was surprised when Jack said yes to the bus transit. There are enough stereotypes in the bus transit than kids in a toy store. However, it's better than hitch hiking or just plain staying home.
When we get to the bus station, there is a small line. Jack goes over with our bags to the security and I walk to the counter to pay for tickets.
The woman looks up from the computer screen, "What do you need sweetie?"
"Two tickets to Corona," I hold out my money and she takes it. She clicks the bills into a cash register and hands back two pink tickets and a set of wristbands.
"You're going to go to the right to the station five and the next bus will be here in…" She checks her computer then looks up and smiles. "…An hour."
I thank her and meet Jack at the baggage claim. He picks up my purple bag and his brown bag. Handing him his ticket and wristband, I tell him directions to station five. From there I go through security then to station five where at least nine people are standing. It takes me a while to navigate to where Jack is standing, what with it being nine o'clock at night.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "These people are a little annoying."
I give him a dubious look, "You've only been here for five minutes, how can you already be annoyed."
Jack points to a singing old couple with a guitar, "They started singing." I nudge him in the ribs, giggling. I kneel to the ground and sit. I pull out a book that I have been working on in English, The Great Gatsby. I had not seen the movie yet but I will after I read the book.
Before long the bus is here and I notice more people arriving. Jack holds out his hand.
"Come on, the bus is here," He says with a sweet smile.
I grip his hand and say teasingly, "Oh? I never noticed."
We make our way onto the bus and we take a seat a few rows away from the door. I reopen my book and begin to read again but I hadn't gon every far when an oddly accented voice called me back.
"Helloo theere, my name ees Sally Hapkins," I look up and there is a brown haired woman with curled bangs wearing a straw hat.
"Hi Mrs. Hapkins," I say as nicely as possible.
"No no no Hapkins with an o," Sally says. "We're from North Dakota, U.S. of A."
Mrs. Hopkins gestures for our names and I point to Jack, "This is Jack Frost and I'm Rapunzel Gothel." My voice trembles on "Gothel" and I hope she doesn't notice.
"Ohh, very nice to meetcha, my husband should be on here by now," Mrs. Hopkins says looking at the bus door. She looks at us. "So what'cha doin' goin' to Corona, as young as yourselves?"
I see Jack's eyes widen at this and I step in quickly, "We're friends at Burgess Tech and our families are in Corona. We were planning to go down there for Christmas break but my car broke down and his was in the shop getting a bumper fixed."
Mrs. Hopkins waves a hand, "Well now you get to enjoy our company don't cha?" I smile and nod and Mrs. Hopkins moves to the seat behind us. When an old man walks down the aisle of seats, Mrs. Hopkins starts waving her hand fiercely.
"Ova here Bob, ova here," She shouts in the thin bus. Jack sighs and leans back into his seat.
"What is it?" I ask.
Jack smirks ruefully, "They're the singing couple." Great. Singing on the road, how much more stereotypical can you get? I think. A few minutes later, everybody finishes loading their suitcases and get on and the bus drives off. We make our way onto the highway.
Maybe not an hour into the trip, the Hopkins stand up with a guitar strapped across the old man's shoulders and a mallet set across the woman's.
"Hello there everybody, My name is Sally Hopkins and I am going to sing a song," She claps her hands and smiles ear to ear. "Are you ready Bob?" Bob Hopkins grunts. "Okay a one… a two… a one, two, three, four. Roll, roll, roll your wheels gently down the road, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, picking up hobos."
I look at Jack who is staring at the old couple mouthing, what the hell? I giggle at his shocked face and he smiles at me.
The couple ends their song and sits down and everyone around us mutters thank you. Jack puts in headphones and I guess falls asleep. I look at his sleeping figure and I smile before kissing his cheek. I look out the window at the speeding ground.
"Hey," someone behind me whisper shouts. A hand appears through the seat dividers and I see a business card. "Just in case of fighting." I take the card and look at it.
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The business card has hearts all around the text and a pink backdrop. I look behind me at the seat divider. Mrs. Hopkins smiles and nods at the card and I read the last line.
Call 888-GET-LOVE to book an appointment today!
I slip the card into my bag and lean against the cool window glass. My weary eyes shut and I slide into a dream.
"There's something strange… in the neighborhood. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! If there is something weird…And it don't look good, who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! ... I aint afraid of no ghost….I aint afraid of no ghost!"
I felt that you needed to hear that because… Who you going to call? Ghostbusters! I know kind of short. I was rushing, so give me credit. See you next week! Have to go trick or treat with my younger siblings because they are driving me crazy by ruing my cowgirl outfit. Err! Bye!